"Myself? Are you saying I'll become so stricken with desire for you that I'll forgo modesty and manners to molest you in your room," he asked, drawling out the words while watching Eames intently. "Is that the accusation you're making?" One brow arched as he bit the inside of his lip to try and keep himself from grinning.

"As you should. Despite the beliefs held by some, I'm amazing versatile and more delightful than I suspect even you can imagine," he said, pushing those buttons one more time.

He leaned a bit closer, smiling conspiratorially. "How nervous does this make you," he asked. "Because I'm practically shaking."