Arthur's opinion of Eames hadn't changed. For this one time, it didn't bother Arthur to pick up the towel and hang it up. It was just something that he did being the man that he was.

"I'm not the type," Arthur admitted, moving in closer to him and resting his head on his shoulder. "But you would be the one to cuff me so who can say how I'd react in that situation." He didn't think he'd liked to be spanked either, or be anyone's 'boy' but here they were.