Arthur had no idea where they were going, but that didn't stop him or slow him down. He wanted to dive into this, to not back down from it. He wanted this, as much as he had wanted anything in his life, especially in this new life where he had kept himself so closed off from the world.

Oh this was playful and fun and more than Arthur had expected the night to be. Part of him was worried it was spiraling out of control and yet, at the same time, he didn't want it to stop. Not right now. Later, then he'd deal with the fallout. Maybe never if he handled it right.

"Wicked boy," he murmured, sipping and staring at Eames.

"Play nice and who knows where you'll end up though," he said after that single word. "And I am. Offering that is."