Alright, yeah. He's definitely clearing his evening for that. It's not like he couldn't live without Arthur fucking him over a desk, but he's hardly gonna pass up the chance once it's been presented.

Eames makes another pleased noise, lower this time, one that sits in his chest, and drops his hands to Arthur's ass. "I'll be over tonight then," he says. Presumptuous, maybe, but given the mood Arthur was in when he got here it also seems a fair assessment that he doesn't have any plans other than work.