Despite fully intending to be the bully in this conversation, Arthur is the first to break. He covers his face with a quiet "frelling christ"; his hand doesn't entirely hide either his embarrassment or the pink in his cheeks. There's a grin there, equal parts delighted and nervous. Holy shit they are in public.

"I, I, r-right. How- how does that work?" Indelicate, but he's still recovering from Crichton 360 no-scope sniping him.