Arthur knows he should shut his mouth, but he can't, and he doesn't step back either. Eames is intimidating, even at an inch shorter than him, but Arthur's long since learned how to ignore his own instincts if it means showing fear.

But that means that Eames is really, really close, and the way Arthur's eyes glance down might betray his mixed feelings. The danger and adrenaline of the fighting they've been through tonight and the potential of this perhaps-volatile fae just means his pulse is already quickened. "I just want to be able to trust you," he says with a bit of a snarl.