"Was it? Would've figured you for a man of action type," he murmurs, continuing the gentle run of his hands along Eames' sides. "But that sounds like a rough deal for anybody. Can't blame you for skipping out on it."

There's a chuckle at the sarcastic bit about wishing being back and a tired grin. Arching at the nails through his shirt, it earns a soft groan, feeling himself relax a bit more after.

"Sure sounds like it," John huffs with amusement. Though he has suspicions as to how the private sector might've gotten something like that. But maybe that scrutiny is better saved for another day. "Mmm, let me guess. All that unbridled access twisted up by the idea of just how far it can be pushed? What one might be able to find buried in someone's mind?"

He's tiptoed through the minds of people in other ways. The allure is always the same.