Knowing they were alone; Arthur allows himself to relax a little and let his body react the way it wanted. His eyes darken at Eames' touch, and he flicks his tongue over his bottom lip at that laugh.

"Who said anything about placing blame, Mr. Eames," he asks, his voice going a little lower. "I have to say, I didn't expect for you to spank me though," he teases with an amused smirk because he couldn't help himself. Did he really spank him? Probably or probably not. Though maybe he had expected it. He did love it when he got a rise out of the forger.

A soft sound escapes his mouth when Eames runs his fingers over the waistband of his underwear and leans in to press a slow kiss to his mouth. "So, what do you have planned, hm? We have a half hour?"