"Wicked man," Eames said with a smirk, looking over at Arthur with a heated gaze. "But, I do think you must have me confused with yourself, darling." He was very much enjoying himself more than he had in a long time. It was needless to say that he was very open to seeing where the night took them and whether or not that lead to one bed or two beds...or a wall.

He chuckled. "Is that right," he asked, musingly. "I look forward to it," he purred.

It was freeing to let his guard down a little in front of this man. They had both done it over the course of the evening so far and they were only at dinner. Had it been anyone else, he wouldn't be nearly this comfortable nor open. But it was Arthur and that made the whole situation different.