"Do I," he mused, noticing that Eames was sounding little by little like his normal self. He allowed Eames to tug him back in before pulling back and licking his lips. "What do you want to see," Arthur asked, looking at him. He found himself wanting to do what he could to make this a better evening/night for the forger. There was of course, as Eames had surmised, that urge to have Eames spank him again.

"Mm, I won't," Arthur murmured and slid from his lap to walk over to the small kitchen and taking out the food. It was all food that he knew wouldn't be bad if it was cold - salad, cold cuts, cheese, fruit and bread.