Admittedly, he had been a bit annoyed at the lack of contact yesterday and then not to mention his, admittedly, small pity party (party of one before he knew what had happened). "Yes, yes you do," Arthur smirked, a little teasingly. "Especially after I let you spank me." Which had probably been one of the factors in his mind when he thought of why Eames hadn't contacted him beyond a simple text message.

Arthur shifted on his lap and pressed his lips against Eames' again softly, biting playfully on his bottom lip. "Are you hungry at all? Have food -- that I didn't cook."