Letting Arthur walk into the loo and not following him was one of the most difficult things that Eames had ever done. He wanted to follow him, to pull Arthur to him and fuck the point man then and there, right in the bathroom with anyone coming in knowing just what they were doing.

And it was those thoughts in his mind when Arthur came out, the other man's bags at Eames' feet.

Watching him walk closer, considering what the tighteness might change and knowing that his own trousers were so much tigether than they might have otherwise been.

"Well? What do you think, Love? How does it feel? Do tell me, in detail,' he growled, almost as if giving a command.