Arthur went silent, not saying anything for a long time. Instead he shifted in his seat, looking Eames over for a long time. A slow, wicked smile curved his lips. "I won't mind at all," he admitted. "I'll just think about you naked and that will solve the problem and then I can ignore those clothes you tend to wear," he teased, sounding pleased with himself.

"I'm sure we can arrange for that, Mr Eames."