Dieter had to laugh at the teasing, his cheeks getting pink with a blush as he extended a hand to hold Eames back. "Stand there," he told him, attempting to back away. Sure enough, he got to about ten feet and then stopped, yanked forward again.
"Was zum Tuefel," he murmured under his breath, and he gave Eames the motion to move a step closer. When he did, Dieter took one step back. And tried a second, but he couldn't.
"Well, if fate will have us together then it wants us at least this close," he declared, setting his hands on his hips to think about it. "If this were handcuffs we'd be out of them already."