[Eames stills when he smells the blood outside, gaze snapping to the door with an intense focus that he just barely manages to shake off enough to smile in greeting by the time the door opens.]
[He gives a polite hi and bye, and once the door's closed, Eames stands to get the glasses from where Antonia set them down. It's partially a test for himself, to see how well he can handle this, something he opts to do before Arth kiur can intervene. His jaw is clenched tight in concentration; it smells so good and Eames desperately wants to just pour both glasses down his throat and lick them clean, but Eames instead brings them back and hands one to Arthur.]
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[He gives a polite hi and bye, and once the door's closed, Eames stands to get the glasses from where Antonia set them down. It's partially a test for himself, to see how well he can handle this, something he opts to do before Arth kiur can intervene. His jaw is clenched tight in concentration; it smells so good and Eames desperately wants to just pour both glasses down his throat and lick them clean, but Eames instead brings them back and hands one to Arthur.]