It was the fact that it was Arthur he was flirting with and teasing with that made it comfortable for Eames to truly not care where the night took them - where the week took them and further down the line. Usually, while he teased, snarked and flirted with people easily as Eames, he didn't typically mean it. He used his looks and his charm as a facade to hide the true person that he was underneath that. It was Arthur though and that changed the game. He wanted to see where this went. See where it could go.

His eyebrows rose at the murmured words and a smirk to curl on his lips. "Very," he said with a rakish wink. Oh but Arthur was a minx.

"Taking care of my previous accommodations will not be a problem then," he said and stretched a leg out, his foot perhaps touching one of Arthur's.

The waiter returned then to ask if they were ready to order or if they needed a little longer.