[He feels hot under the collar when his fingers brush Arthur's skin. He's holding his breath, and then Arthur pulls away, and Eames blinks back into the moment. His own cheeks feel a little flush, and he's just hoping Arthur didn't notice anything strange.]

You need to lean into it. Not pull away.

[He clears his throat, tries to look unimpressed, because maybe he can egg Arthur on in this.]

Anyway, I know you're fighting your instincts but you're going to have to do better than that