Now that was a good sound to hear if Arthur did say so. He chuckled and shifted back against him, rubbing his back against Eames' chest. "Perhaps a tiny bit," he teased. He turned his head and looked at him with as much of an innocent look as he possibly could muster. "I don't know what you mean, Mr. Eames. Me? Wicked?" Of course, the look was thrown off by a wicked little spark in his eyes.