Eames arched a brow at that and hummed. "And why is that, darling," he asked, curious now why Arthur would want to talk to him about his business. Eames slipped his hands up to undo his tie and slid it off before resting it with his jacket that he had hung on the back of a chair.

"Then we have to at least once," he smirked at the other man before making his way over to him lazily.