Honestly, Arthur was glad to hear the confidence in Eames' words again and to hear him teasing around. "Is that what you're doing," he asked with a smirk, settling onto him and sliding a hand over Eames' neck.

"And you can't deny that you love me being on your lap," he said, looking at him.

It was -- fuck, Arthur was finding that he really did enjoy being on Eames' lap and to have his arms wrapped around him. Not only that but he enjoyed the company and the precious time they could spare to spend time alone. Who knew what the rest of this job would bring them but if there was one thing he felt he could count on, it was Eames to be there through it all and at the very end of it.