Eames had always said to his defense that he had been roaringly drunk, and for that matter they both had, and he'd erased the pictures again the very next day, aside from the one that he'd later sketched because he couldn't not, the expanse of Arthur's bare back was just too pretty not to save for posterity.

He nodded, mulling that over, "Spite and porn, mostly, I believe." He said, though he was still smiling. He had a feeling that he was going to be smiling a lot more in the days to come, and at the moment he couldn't make himself feel that that was a bad thing.