"Defending myself was never my strong suit," Dieter admitted. "But I will surprise you. I'm not a bad shot," he added. And then flashed another cheeky grin. "But mostly I let the big strong men protect me. Makes me warm and fuzzy."
He shifted to lean up, slowly and obviously, going to steal a kiss if Eames didn't stop him. It was just a little thing, short and tender, and once it ended he settled back down and stretched himself out.
"You haven't got any plans today, do you?" he asked him. "I don't. Could just stay here and chat all morning. Then go get some lunch later," he planned, idly, pretending his lips weren't still tingling a little from the kiss he'd stolen.