Robert texted Eames the address and it was only when he was already in a cab and on his way there that he wondered how he had exactly gotten his number. He couldn't remember giving it to him. Eames had also been unsure what to wear, and finally had gone with khakis and a plain, button down shirt.

When he actually arrived, even though he had expected a fairly large house, it was still surprising seeing the actual size. Going up to the front door, ringing the door bell, Eames only had to wait a few seconds before Robert was at the door as if he had been waiting there.

"Eames," he said cheerfully, with a large smile on his face. "Come in."

He walked in to the spacious hallway and couldn't help smile. As he fully looked at Robert, he was surprised to see him dressed in a casual t-shirt and jeans. It wasn't until Robert began to playfully wave his hand in front of Eames face that he realized he was staring.

"Oh, uh sorry. I've just never seen you in casual clothes before," he replied. "I like it."

Robert smiled and then quickly gestured him to follow him through his house, first taking him to the living room.

Seeing the music stand in the corner, Eames asked, "What do you play?"

"Flute," replied Robert and then turned to glare at Eames when he heard a laugh come from behind him.

"Sorry," apologized Eames. "It's just that, I don't know, picturing you playing an instrument I automatically thought of guitar, or trumpet or something but flute actually suits you a lot better." When Robert raised his eyebrows Eames quickly added, "In a good way."

Robert chuckled and began to move to a doorway that led to the kitchen when Eames stopped him and asked, "Would you play for me?"

Silent for a few seconds, Robert said, "What would you want me to play?"

"Well, it is December 26, so how about this is our own little Christmas? Know any good Christmas songs?"

Robert simply smiled and walked over to where he kept his flute, carefully taking it out of his case and then pressing it to his lips. He didn't move towards his music stand but instead stayed where he was in front of Eames. At first starting softly and then growing louder, Robert played Carol of the Bells, automatically closing his eyes.

As the last note held in the air, he removed the flute from his lips and before he had even been able to open his eyes Eames mouth was crashing into his. When they did open, Eames was already pulling back and Robert asked, "What was that for?"

"I don't know . . . because I felt like it darling . . . you're very talented by the way."

"Thank you, I've always loved playing the flute."

"Well like I said before, it suits you," replied Eames. "So, do I get to see anymore of this spectacular mansion you have here?"

Robert laughed at his words but showed him around, excluding his bedroom. After that, it wasn't until later that Eames realized he was freezing.

"How do you stand it in here? It's like an icebox."

Robert shrugged his shoulders. "I guess I'm just used to it and besides, I like being cold, especially compared with being hot."

For the first time Eames noticed Robert was barefoot and laughed at this. Afterwards he asked, "What would you like to do now?"

"We could watch a movie if you'd like."

"What did you have in mind?"

"How about Where Angels Fear to Tread?"

"Alright."

They went back to the living room and Robert got everything set up. The film had only just started when Eames complained of it just being to cold. However, instead of turning the heat up he simply scooted closer which actually warmed Eames right up.

The entire way through Robert discussed the movie. Most people would've been annoyed but Eames found it rather funny. It was almost like a line or action would trigger something and he just had to speak his mind. Despite his nearly constant monologue Eames rather enjoyed the movie.

As the credits began to role, he realized that Robert now had his head resting on his shoulder and had just finished whispering something.

"What did you say?"

"Just a quote; Diving's unnatural, I cal' it drownin bafore your day," replied Robert in a near perfect, thick, English accent. "It's from the book and movie Maurice by E.M. Forster, same person who wrote the book this movie's based on. Have you ever read it?"

"No."

"Shame, it's a good read. We could be Maurice and Clive. No, wait . . . we'd be Maurice and Scudder. The names make more since if you've seen the movie or read the book."

"I might just decide to read it. Did you enjoy it?"

"Yeah, one of my favorite reads. My father never cared for it though . . ." he trailed off, a sad look passing onto his face.

"Hey, forget about him," Eames said. "It's just me and you, right here, right now. No one else to worry about, to wait on. Remember that."

Robert smiled and leaned forward to kiss Eames, readjusting his body so that he was in a more comfortable position, meaning he was practically sitting on Eames lap. For Eames, he would usually get aroused by something like this but for once he didn't. It was nice, and actually pretty comfortable like this.

"Do you mind if we do this more often darling?" asked Eames in between kisses.

"I would love it."

Eames wished he could stay, but he couldn't stay forever and eventually, the day ended and so did the date.