Eames watched the point man intently. The way he moved, the expression on his face. He most certainly caught that flush to his cheeks and he couldn't help but rock on the balls of his feet, fighting the urge to adjust himself because his slacks suddenly felt about three sizes too small.

Shifting in closer, his hand ran along Arthur's hip, stroking lightly there.

"That's because you are decadent and sinful, Darling. You're my wicked boy, I'm just making sure you remember that during the drive... and perhaps for the whole time we're here," he said, not admitting he had other types and styles, just waiting and wanting to see him in them.