EamesxArthur quotes

Eames, who had been anxiously waiting for Arthur to return for hours, partly fearing being shot and partly feeling excited at the prospect of surprising Arthur, smiled.

“Pasta.”

“That’s right. Just some recreational stuff, for the most part.”

Arthur nods. Recreational dreaming doesn’t hold any appeal to him, given his history, but he doesn’t begrudge those who turn to it. So long as Eames doesn’t get addicted, Arthur has no problem with Eames going under, and he says as much.

“No, I know. It’s not the dreaming, rather the dream that I feel the need to confess.”

“Eames, I’ve seen you giving a priest a hand job in an alley behind a pet store. And that wasn’t even a dream.”

"But of course I do. I prefer my ejaculate warmed and deposited directly into my gaping maw like a baby bird."

Arthur laughs against Eames' mouth. "Okay, that's actually pretty foul."

"Foul or fowl?" Eames asks with a waggle of his eyebrows while Arthur continues to laugh."

“I think that’s a good summary of how this marriage is going to work.”

 “How romantic.”

"I'm sensing a lot of class and cultural baggage that I don't really get." Arthur holds out the champagne bottle. "Alcohol?"

Eames wakes up randy and pissed off. He can only imagine that the same happens to Arthur, judging from the annoyed exhale that comes from beside him. 

“I don’t think that was what you had in mind when you said this was going to be ‘beyond our wildest dreams’,” Arthur says, after a long stretch of silence."

“What the fuck? Eames!”

“Well, you have to let me carry you over the threshold, darling,” says Eames, taking him upstairs.

“Not until we’re married!”

“This is good practice. I need to get used to hefting you around.”

“Are you saying I’m fat?”

“No, you just weigh a bloody ton.”

“Eames!”

Miles grinned broadly and slid his glasses farther down his nose so he could peer at Arthur. “I am very glad to hear you are already practicing your lines, Arthur, but Washington says that, not Burr.”

Arthur rolled his eyes. “Why did you cast Eames as Hamilton?” he snarled. "He isn't even American!"

“My my, you do know how to make a girl feel special.” Eames leans forward, offering an excellent view of the cleavage of the Persian 30-something woman he’s wearing."