"If you buy it, that doesn't mean you can take it away from me," he murmured. It was wrong, a million ways wrong, and he couldn't think of anything else but Eames. The hitch in his breath, the heat of his mouth, that light touch that had Arthur leaning back against his hand even before stealing another small kiss.

"If you shut up, I can try and pretend I'm not two seconds from hitting you for picking a damn alley for this fight. You only did it because you didn't think I would follow you."