Ever the pointman, Arthur noticed the way Eames rocked on the balls of his feet, resisting the urge to adjust. He licked at his bottom lip and stepped in closer to the forger, feeling the hand over his hip.

Christ, he felt overheated.

He smiled at Eames' murmured words and looked at him. "Trust me, I remember," he said, leaning in to press a kiss to his mouth. "Let's get out of here."

He needed to be alone with Eames. Needed to indulge himself in the other man in a way they hadn't been able to since Inception weeks ago.