Eames tilted his head. "That was what I insinuated. Do keep up now," he said, not holding back his grin at all. "After all, you were the one that suggested that I would be naked by the end of the night, were you not?"

"Watch it - may have to throw your skinny arse in the ocean for all your lip," Eames sent him a smirk, taking a sip of his scotch. "With with your suit on."

He leaned a bit closer toward Arthur. "A bit -- quite a bit." But it wasn't a bad nervous. It was a good nervous. A very good nervous.