"I try not to shut up if I can help it," Eames hums agreeably. Arthur has him on his toes, waiting for the other shoe to drop any minute now, he's already fluffing up a smoke screen so it doesn't feel that jarring when he disappears into the mist like a ninja. Jesus, these analogies are getting just as cheesy as his teasing.

So, he surrenders himself to Arthur's fussing. And if he leans against him whenever he has a chance, it's just to annoy Arthur more, not anything else, right?