( He only lets go to pull his shirt free from his waistband, not even bothering to unbutton it before he's tugging it over his head. His undershirt goes next, leaving his hair a mess that he doesn't try to fix because he's working on his belt. Eames undresses with ease - it's nothing Arthur hasn't seen before, and honestly he's just glad to shed as much of his travel as he can.
He does leave his pants on, because he's not a hooligan.
Well, at least not today. )
You know, you say things like that and I'm not entirely sure I didn't hit my head somewhere halfway across the globe.
( He's teasing, grinning with a flash of teeth as he lets himself relax. )
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He does leave his pants on, because he's not a hooligan.
Well, at least not today. )
You know, you say things like that and I'm not entirely sure I didn't hit my head somewhere halfway across the globe.
( He's teasing, grinning with a flash of teeth as he lets himself relax. )