Arthur laughed, couldn't help it, and his smile only widened as he saw a shadow of Eames' real smile in the corner of the plush red mouth of his forge. "You have always been that, I think." he said dryly, shaking his head and leaning around the corner for a careful look.

Eames curtsied again, bowing his blonde head in mock-shy acknowledgment, but this time when he straightened he slipped back into his own skin.