[ Hearing Eames shed those clothes, Heine approaches him afterwards, raising his arms slightly for Eames to take his t-shirt off. ]

You don't have to. [ But he lets him do it anyway, half-smiling as he adds, ] I wouldn't see how the collar looks on you anyway, so it'd only matter if I could pull you around.

[ He moves onto his pants next, wiggling out of them. It's Eames who's really seeing him for the first time now that they're undressed. Heine's turn comes after. ]

Get on the bed. [ Raising his hand, he jabs Eames in the center of his chest. ]