"Parfait," he says, having just the style in mind that would make Arthur look even better than the suits they normally fit him for, notes down the swatch and gives both men a nod. "Nous vous contacterons, messieurs. Attendez-les dans une semaine à deux semaines."

And with that, the tailor left the room.

Arthur chuckles, finishes dressing, and steps down from the raised platform. He makes his way over to Eames after picking up his coat and is tempted to make himself comfortable on his partner's lap but they need to go.

"Ready, Mr. Eames?"