And that was how Eames was looking at it. The playful challenges were all for fun, because however the night turned out, it was them, and they would be together and right now that was all he was looking to enjoy with Arthur.

He blinked at him, stunned because he wasn’t sure what to think of it. A lot of people had expected it, from relationships to work, and he’d lost people because of it and he wasn’t ready to ruin this. Not yet. At least he wanted until the end of the job.

“You sure? About the towel? I know you tend to be a bit more put together than I am,” he pointed out, hands sliding along Arthur’s hips, loose but enjoying the closeness between them.