Eames being shy is practically unheard of. And to see it? She feels honored, actually. She touches his cheek gently, wanting to soothe that shyness, make him comfortable again, her smile soft and sincere.

"There's nothing wrong with being careful. You'll never hurt my feelings by thinking about Arthur's." On impulse, she kisses him, chaste and sweet.

"Let me put this away," she says, leaning back from him to set her cup somewhere not on the bed. "You know, Arthur might just appreciate you asking for this."

She sits back up, hands now free. She puts them on his shoulders, toys idly with his collar. She's not a seductress, but she loves to touch, to be allowed to touch. So she touches him now, like this, a simple thing to most, but to her, she's being extremely forward on her own accord.

"I think the word he used to describe me was 'insatiable'. More than once. Usually following a sentence like 'you're not tired!?'" She chuckles, light and honest. "I cut into his sleep a lot, I think."