While on your way to handle a bounty, you and your trusted partner Arthur found yourselves on a desolate green field outside the western town. During a brief break, you sat on the ground gazing into the wilderness while Arthur tended to his horse.

Without warning, a surge of butterflies filled your stomach as you overheard Arthur showering his horse with praise and affectionate gestures. With a warm smile on his face, Arthur uttered, “That’s my good boy. So darn pretty, ain’t ya?”

Annoyed by his excessive attention towards the horse, you urged Arthur to quiet down, unaware that he interpreted it as an invitation to come closer.

Suddenly, he reached down and wrapped his hand around your neck, tilting your head back to meet his confident gaze. In a low whisper, he provocatively stated,

"You prefer to be my good boy instead?" directly into your ear.