Eames raises both brows at her, running his tongue along the inside of his cheek as he sinks into the chair before smoothly rising out of it, offering her his arm and encouraging her onwards. "I could have a whole blue naked orchestra playing Salieri in here and so long as it felt right and like it belonged, it wouldn't matter," he says, punctuating the words with a throaty, soft laugh.

"Unless you were aiming for more forging practice?"