Now that he's on top of her, Eames wouldn't have needed much encouragement anyway, but that doesn't make him any less appreciative to be getting it. Leaning down over her, pressed close against her, he returns the kiss with equal fervor, more tongue and teeth than anything else. Technique isn't really what matters here anymore, though, not when she's warm underneath him and clearly wants more. Far be it for him to deny her. "Mm, Christ," he murmurs against her mouth, one hand working its way between them, smoothing slowly, deliberately over one breast and along her ribcage until he can hook his fingers in the waistband of her underwear. "Let's get these off, shall we?"