Were Arthur anyone else, he'd sigh with exasperation. Instead, he just rolls his eyes and tugs off his towel before he lets Eames guide him to the bath, gingerly lowering himself into the steaming water with a pleased little hiss. Then he draws his hands away from Eames so the Brit can get away as well and takes a moment to duck his head underwater, soaking his hair before coming back up with a soft gasp.