"I'm not an invalid," Arthur huffs, giving Eames a narrow-eyed stare that's only slightly spoiled by how he's flushed and soaked from the bath.

Still, he's feeling a flush of something warm and, dare he say it, fond at Eames' concerned mother-henning, even if he'll never admit to it out loud.

Maybe that's why his voice is just a touch softer when he adds, "I'm fine. Don't worry."