Arthur's lips curled up as he moved in closer and wrapped an arm around Eames, tangling their legs together. "Probably should have turned out the lights as well," he murmured, having half the mind to get up and do all of that but the warmth of Eames' arms and the bed was too much. If anyone else had called him anything remotely like 'baby boy', Arthur would have shot them or broken their hand but it wasn't just anyone, it was Eames and he felt a wave of affection slide through him in response to the softly spoken words.