Eames hadn't expected Arthur to bring that up and, despite the horrible day he'd had, he couldn't help but laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, you know... I'm willing to bet that's how you want me to owe you so I'm not buying you're off put by that," he teased, leaning into the kiss.

"I could eat," he admitted with the shrug of one shoulder. "You can't cook?"