"I don't know what size your feet are, but I could probably give you a pair before you leave, even," Eames says with a laugh, about as close as he ever gets to fond. He's long since gotten used to the climb (and in a way, he enjoys it; though most of his physical activity was done while asleep back home, he's never done well with being still), but most people aren't, even here, where all anyone really can do is walk. Now, with her flushed and petulant, however teasingly, she looks about as close to adorable as anyone can while being sexy as hell, and he appreciates it even more. "I've got plenty left here — the friend whose place this was before me left her entire wardrobe, and as I'm sure you can probably tell, they're not really my taste." Not when he isn't a woman, anyway, but that's a complicated matter, and he isn't going to tell her about what he did back home just yet.