Arthur's brow had creased at the tone but didn't reply at first. When he did, it was a slightly softer tone than he had been using, "I don't understand because I don't think anyone would be interested in me on more than one level."
He was used to the sexual advances of people and it was what he had come to expect from most; it wasn't as if he had a "glowing" personality to match his looks (or whatever part of him people seemed to be attracted to).
But the forger's sincerity - because that is what it appeared to be - was a bit startling for the point man. he had not expected it. Not after all the flirting and snarking and innuendo. It was very easy to assume that sex was all the other was after. The fact that Arthur felt he knew so little of the other man also played into that view.
It also served to make/help him to keep his distance. If Eames really was as superficial and shallow as Arthur assumed him to be, after nothing more than to bed the point man, then... then it would be easy to turn him down, to walk away, and tell him to go fuck himself.
So, Arthur couldn't understand what had just changed in the last hour to where his opinion of the man across from him, his own resolve not to buy into his words, was wavering and shifting into something that made him pause.
He knocked back the rest of his drink in three long gulps because he fucking needed to.
Listening to Arthur say that, in such a soft tone, makes Eames pause, staring at him as he knocks back the rest of his drink. And then Eames speaks, quietly.
"Darling, how could anyone not be? Who wouldn't want to discover the man behind that inscrutable mask, the one that makes those sarcastic quips and threatens to shoot people when they don't move fast enough?"
Because that was a good chunk of it. The sexual attraction was there, of course, but for Eames, sex was just a part of attraction and dating, of learning about someone. You would learn what parts of their body made them writhe and moan just as you would learn their favorite book or food, or the sound of their laughter.
He was used to the sexual advances of people and it was what he had come to expect from most; it wasn't as if he had a "glowing" personality to match his looks (or whatever part of him people seemed to be attracted to).
But the forger's sincerity - because that is what it appeared to be - was a bit startling for the point man. he had not expected it. Not after all the flirting and snarking and innuendo. It was very easy to assume that sex was all the other was after. The fact that Arthur felt he knew so little of the other man also played into that view.
It also served to make/help him to keep his distance. If Eames really was as superficial and shallow as Arthur assumed him to be, after nothing more than to bed the point man, then... then it would be easy to turn him down, to walk away, and tell him to go fuck himself.
So, Arthur couldn't understand what had just changed in the last hour to where his opinion of the man across from him, his own resolve not to buy into his words, was wavering and shifting into something that made him pause.
He knocked back the rest of his drink in three long gulps because he fucking needed to.
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"Darling, how could anyone not be? Who wouldn't want to discover the man behind that inscrutable mask, the one that makes those sarcastic quips and threatens to shoot people when they don't move fast enough?"
Because that was a good chunk of it. The sexual attraction was there, of course, but for Eames, sex was just a part of attraction and dating, of learning about someone. You would learn what parts of their body made them writhe and moan just as you would learn their favorite book or food, or the sound of their laughter.
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