"I have lived and died for aeons, Eames, and I can tell you that I always lived in the moment and never have I had regrets." That said he's already kissing him, because his mouth is good for more than just talk and he purposefully keeps his hands to himself, his eyes closed, because there is nothing but the kiss, nothing but Eames, nothing but the moment.

Sure, he's renowned and infamous for his plots and schemes and the seeds of them are always in the works, many roots and surprising branches, but that doesn't change the core philosophy. A moment not worth living is a moment wasted and he hasn't had a single one of them. The way to be a constant. "You're it, don't you know? All I want and need." For now, but what else matters? In Reynard's eyes and at the moment, nothing else and he holds Eames' gaze from the moment he withdraws from the kiss. It needs more than flattery to be who he is.