His grin draws an answering one from her, so she's smiling as he kisses her again. She sinks into it as it intensifies, opening up for him as his tongue presses in.

With Arthur, she has a habit of going for his hair. She has a fondness for mussing up that perfect style, to have physical evidence of him coming unbuttoned with her. Eames is different. Even at his most quaft he's got a wild quality to him, something a bit loose and unkempt. So she's not sure where she wants to go.

At least for Syeira, she's playing this all by ear. So she goes for the part of Eames she favors most. Her hands glide over his shoulders, down his chest. Taking their time, exploring the wider expanse of his body. He's so big, it makes her feel kind of delicate in comparison.