[Yeah, okay, no way is he going out on the rounds with Arthur when he still has stitches in his neck. It'd be fucking awful for both of them, and the last thing Eames needs is to be dragged home for trying to fight one of Arthur's clients. Or a repeat of what started this fucking mess to begin with.]

[He sighs.] I might get through things faster if a number-loving immortal fancied giving me a hand.

[Also if that same immortal felt like making out a lot afterwards.]

You can always go while I'm asleep.