He makes a low noise from the back of his throat as Eames draws him in and deepens the kiss, scratching teasingly over his chest.

"Mm, would love to," he says, his voice low and husky as he looks at him. "You choose where," he says, leaning in and pressing biting kisses over his neck. "Our room, couch... it's been a little bit since we've gone room from room," he teases. He didn't really expect for them to go from room to room but he did enjoy the thought.

No one outside of Eames would probably even expect Arthur to be this way. It was only Eames who saw this side of the former Point.