[Arthur leans in to kiss him briefly, just to reassure him, before he takes Eames' arm gently in his hands. He can feel with his thumb where the pulse is the strongest, right inside of his forearm halfway up to his elbow, where the scars are. God it smells good, and he knows it's going to feel good once he bites down, but part of him is terrified. Not necessarily that he'll lose control but that Eames will immediately decide he's not comfortable with it and pull back.]
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[He looks up at him.]
Last chance.