[ Eames simply leans against the wall with his arms folded over his chest as Blake explores his flat. There's an easel at the corner already but no finished paintings, just a few empty canvases. It's going to take a while to build up the same kind of setting he had before. ]
Always a delight, [ Eames murmurs, his mouth quirking at the corners. Blake isn't any less forthcoming than Arthur about himself.
Finally, he pushes himself away from the wall and walks into the open kitchen. ] So, do you want scotch or coffee? Or both? [ Eames needs a drink. A strong drink. But he's not going to shove one down Blake's throat if he's not in the mood for it. ]
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Always a delight, [ Eames murmurs, his mouth quirking at the corners. Blake isn't any less forthcoming than Arthur about himself.
Finally, he pushes himself away from the wall and walks into the open kitchen. ] So, do you want scotch or coffee? Or both? [ Eames needs a drink. A strong drink. But he's not going to shove one down Blake's throat if he's not in the mood for it. ]