[Eames makes a noise that could be a laugh, it sits low in his throat and he glances aside for a moment with a smile.]
It's cute that you think I'm letting you on top of me.
[Anyway they should leave the kitchen at some point, right? He puts a hand on Sweeney's chest to push him away enough for him to slip off the counter, adjusting himself in his pants with a sigh, and apparently no care at all for the half-dressed mess of a state Sweeney's in right now as he starts toward the bedroom.]
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It's cute that you think I'm letting you on top of me.
[Anyway they should leave the kitchen at some point, right? He puts a hand on Sweeney's chest to push him away enough for him to slip off the counter, adjusting himself in his pants with a sigh, and apparently no care at all for the half-dressed mess of a state Sweeney's in right now as he starts toward the bedroom.]
Come on. Kitchen's no place for this.