She's good, she is really good, and Eames can't say he's surprised at all, but not even the fact that he's been getting laid again on a regular basis could ever make him less appreciative of the truth of that. Pressing shamelessly into her touch — there's really no point in pretending like he doesn't want her as much as he does when there's proof of it right there in her hand — he keeps her as close as she'll get as they walk to the bed. It isn't precisely easy to move like this, but with a hand at the curve of her waist and another slipping lower, cupping her ass, the footwork doesn't matter half so much. They'll get there, and then he can touch her like he really wants to, let her pick up where she left off or return the favor or any number of other possibilities. "You've a lovely mouth, darling."