"I know," Arthur whispered and returned the kiss, sliding his hand over Eames' cheek. He chuckled softly, pulling back from his lips before giving him a playful look. "That's not how this works, daddy," he said, also trying to make light of it and kissing his lips softly again. "Next time, I'll push us both out of the way of any bullets." Arthur liked hearing how he was Eames' though - was his boy.

Arthur frowned a little but he knew that was just how a few extractors got. "Who were you working with at that point," he asked. He didn't remembering ever asking but then, he'd had other things on his mind. "You didn't have to do anything, Mr. Eames -- but you did." And that meant a lot to Arthur. Eames could have taken off, could have made it to the next job with time to spare but he'd stayed with Arthur for a little longer than what was probably necessary.