"I suppose I can be a man of action," Eames admits, giving a weak, husky laughter as he runs his hands down until John's arse and gives it a lazy squeeze. "But I hardly can see how you in particular would think so. We're again huddled on this couch like two invalids."

He shakes his head then and for a moment he closes his eyes, just to give them rest. A headache is reminding him of its existence, bounding behind his eyes.

"Yes, corporate espionage got involved. I'm sure a government or two got their dirty fingers in the play somewhere as well, but what I'm more familiar with is the private sector. The temptation of learning the secrets of anyone without them even knowing was just too much.