Deep down some part of him believed it might be part of Arthur’s plan. Not to get him naked, but to coordinate things better than Eames did. One day he’d need to explain that he dressed the way he did for a reason. It did well in getting him underestimated which was, in the end, more useful than most might imagine.

Sitting back on the sofa, sprawling and taking up as much room as possible, he grinned. “Least I didn’t say your ass was swag,” he teased. “It is but I didn’t say it.”

A brow arched just before his eyes narrowed. “Is that a challenge?”