Arthur was like a stone wall, no other way to put it. While he could be quite amusing, he never seemed to exhibit much beyond what was needed.

Why is it that when he looks your way he feels odd?

Odd, as in like a damn schoolgirl. It baffled the hardened outlaw.

He observed you simply eating from the other end of the campfire, not quite realizing he had been doing so. The night air felt humid and thick, near suffocating.. at least when paired with Arthurs uncomfortable interest in you.