Arthur snorts as he starts to unbutton Eames' shirt and pushes it off his shoulders. "I think I can manage it very well, Mr. Eames," he teases with a smirk.

"Shoes off," he says and toes out of his so they can get undressed quicker. There wasn't anything else they must do today and he was going to take full advantage of being with Eames and not being on some job where the chances of them being shot at or stabbed were very high.

At the end of the day, much like Eames, wherever Eames was, that was Arthur's home. He knew it wasn't Paris - it wasn't even New York anymore. He just needed to be with this man who through all of their different jobs and careers had stayed by his side and become more important to him than anyone ever had before.