"Perhaps in your world, Eames. But you're in my world now." At least in the manner of speaking that Reynard was thinking of, which was enough to make it truth. Certainly in the moment he chose to put a hand on Eames's waist and abandon any sense of decorum as he moved completely against him and then simply kissed him. They were bloody, the fight wasn't even over yet and that made it seem like the best thing to do. At the very least it was the thing Reynard most wanted to do and schemer though he was, above all he'd always lived under the credo of doing what he wanted when he wanted. And whom he wanted too. "Ferret all you want, my friend." Reynard laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "I can tell you that I intend for you to want to meet me. And soon."