"No, they don't skimp out on anything, do they," Eames mused, walking over to the windows and looked over the city down below. Despite himself, although not unwanted, Eames couldn't help but imagine himself fucking Arthur against the windows or even Arthur fucking him against the windows. He had to admit, both had such high appeal to him.

"You realize that this means we will have to go skinny dipping at least three times," he said, glancing over his shoulder to look at Arthur with an amused smirk. Yes, he did pull that number out randomly, thank you.