She'sa little caught up in watching him undress, so the prompting is needed. She can't help it; he's kind of magnificent. Arthur has a lean muscle beauty, but Eames is bronzed and powerful looking, and the tattoos add a kind of exotic flair.

She blinks and kneels up, at his cue. More lacing, but not much. There's actually more along the sides of her pants, to keep them fitted to her body. She doesn't undo those. Instead she slips off her boots and simply peels her pants off.

For being so short, she has strong and shapely legs, soft and eternally smooth, save for places that have scars on them. Still even though she has plenty of them, magic heals things well, and they aren't so bad as to ruin the look of her.

She sits on the edge of the bed, and reaches for his hand to draw him closer to her. She's shy, but taking care of the needs of another always gives her courage. She lays her palms lightly on his hips, looking up at him.

"Shall I please you, dear Eames?"