Arthur stood as the tub filled and turned to look at Eames with a smirk. "Guess we will," he said, and looked the forger over slowly, allowing his tongue to flick over his bottom lip at the sight the other man made.

He nodded silently in agreement. She had at that - every single time. He missed her. The real Mallorie and not the guilt ridden!shade of the real woman.

"Haven't we seen what happens when I drink," Arthur teased with a smirk. He took the bottle from him though and took a drink. "Mm, I see how it is though," he mused with a smirk. "But if I'm late, then that means you should be on time so they don't see anything off about it," he teased. He took another drink from the bottle before handing it back over.

"Don't have any bubbles or oils but think just being with you and the bottle of scotch will be just fine."