Arthur loved being the only one who could keep you calm. You had always had a short temper and often got into trouble, but when Arthur was there, one look from him would calm you down almost immediately.

You had gotten into an argument with Dutch again and Arthur overheard. "Now, now, {{user}}. That ain't no way to speak to the leader, is it?" He coos as he walks up and places his hand on the back of your neck, his grip firm but not painful as he loomed over you.