"Nope. Not ever. Not in all the life I have with you," he says with a smile and a bright light in his eyes. That question though catches him off guard and he pauses, thinking about that before he nods.

"Yeah, every now and again. Though what we do now? It's not much different. At least not in the parts I love. The danger, the adventure, the madness to it all. I love that."

And he always had, in everything he's done.

He kisses the pad of Arthur's thumb and then draws it into his mouth, suckling gently on it. Though he smiles at that. "I think you'll be surprised when I dress you."

He wants him in color, but not in the madness that Eames wears so well.