Damn but Arthur was even better than Eames though. Better because he was doing exactly what it was that the forger needed to try and start on that road to recovering, and he was doing it in a way that Eames couldn't ignore. Maybe with someone else, but not with Arthur. Not with Arthur looking the way he did, all sleek and sexy and damned hotter than anyone had a right to be.

"That all depends," he said, voice rich with desire as he fixed Arthur with an impish look. "It depends," he continued before Arthur might ask. "In how you ask."