Oh but damn this was suddenly taking a turn and one that Eames wasn't willing or eager to back down from. Excited about the idea of where this would go, and just what he might receive from Arthur. On so many levels.

"Oh fucking hell, Arthur. Yes. I want that," he admitted. "Anything to see the straight laced pointman at all torn apart and broken down. So much of it was delicious and he couldn't resist wanting to see more and more of that.

"Lead on then, Love. I'd hate to be bound and held by anyone but you."