[ He throws a half-hearted glare, trying to hide the fact that he jumped forward a step at the unexpected pat. ] No one can take you anywhere, can they? [ But his mouth curls up at one corner, and he leans in closer as they walk along, hip knocking against Eames' side with every step. ] I'm not the one who can't behave himself. [ He presses a sloppy kiss to Eames' cheek when he thinks he least suspects it, playful revenge. ] I'm glad you dragged me out here.