Eames had expected, in his entirely rational way, to have the night entirely free to himself without interruption. It seemed like a good opportunity to take a nice shower and sit around in a fluffy hotel bath robe while reading through files and files of research. While Arthur and Ariadne were getting their freak on, he could distract himself and once again come up on top.

Well, that had been the plan, anyway. He hadn't exactly expected Ariadne to come knocking on his door. It wasn't entirely a surprise, no, but it wasn't part of the plan.

Eames had never had much of a problem with diverting from plans anyway.

Getting up out of his chair, he walked opened the door and gave her a small, understanding smile. "Well that was quick, to what do I owe the pleasure?"