[Eames follows Arthur's lead, it's probably the quietest he's ever been around any of Arthur's associates, but Eames is also desperately trying to focus on anything except the smell of blood and the sounds of hearts beating. Ironically the smell of weed is a helpful one for Eames, a lot of layers to pick apart.]
[He relaxes considerably when they're in the next room, sighing softly and moving to stand in front of Arthur and put his hands on Arthur's hips. Five minutes is plenty of time for a little affection.]
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[He relaxes considerably when they're in the next room, sighing softly and moving to stand in front of Arthur and put his hands on Arthur's hips. Five minutes is plenty of time for a little affection.]