That curl of his lip made Eames tense. He needed a drink. That was his first thought. Something sharp and strong and make him not feel like a fucking idiot. It was the feeling going through him, leaving his blood cold in his veins.

"I... Arthur, I spent years trying to catch your eye. I got it now, so I'm not going to fuck that up now. No more than I already did." Which he had been sure he had.