The thought that this was an act of fate was enough to make him grin, with a shy duck of his head. "You are a charmer," he told Eames.
He was a mixture of confused and even more charmed, as he tried to take that step again but was tugged back. "You will have me wrapped around your finger, talking like that. I can't seem to move," he explained, slowly stepping to the side and then forward again. Another tug.
"It seems perhaps wee are attached," he concluded. "Stand up, take a step toward me," he instructed.