Arthur's eyebrows rose at Eames' admission. "You did," he asked. He remembered that first job and he also remembered how they had acted around each other then. Arthur too was tired of pretending nothing was between them.

His lips curled up. "I wouldn't say no to a stiffer drink," he said and stole another kiss before he shifted and slowly stood from Eames' lap with a soft groan and stretched slowly. "Do you want drink duty or tub duty," he asked.