Arthur’s smile turned sly. “ You’re not going to peer pressure me into sleeping with you to prove that I’ve got a wild streak.” 

Eames’ eyebrows quirked upwards. “ I’m not?” 

“No, Mr. Eames.” 

Arthur uncrossed his legs and leaned forwards, elbows resting on his knees and eyes pinning the cocky bastard in front of him. “ I’ll sleep with you because I want to pound you through the mattress.”  Arthur stood in one fluid movement, only breaking eye contact to straighten his cuffs and button his jacket. 

“Shall we?”