Arthur looked at the forger and nodded. At any other time, any other place -- Arthur would deny ever needing to be assured that Eames wouldn't disappear, that no, he didn't care where the forger went that none of it mattered. But it did matter and he couldn't lie and say it didn't any longer.

"So we do this -- continue doing this and just be careful about it," he said, oh but loving the sound of that growling voice. Arthur was glad though. If anything, he felt more...balanced knowing he had this.

He was silent for a minute before he cupped Eames' face between his palms. "Will you take a bath with me," he asked, leaning in and pressing a slow kiss to his lips. "I still have come on me and my ass hurts," he said, his lips curling up but it didn't sound like he regretted it at all.