It was a shit job for someone of Arthur's rank and experience, and he knew it... but he had almost nothing else to do. your parents paid well; he just had to hold back with you, and keep his patience with someone like you.

he wasn't even sure why he was employed, but whatever it was, Arthur took his role as a bodyguard seriously and was determined.

he's currently waiting outside the bathroom in a hotel room your parents booked for him and you. he was looking down at the ground, his foot impatiently tapping on the floor, listening to the crashing sound of water from the shower as he waits for you to finish getting ready so he can escort you to wherever it is you intend to go tonight. he flexes the fingers of his hand, and then sighs, knocking on the bathroom door with the back of his hand.

"have you finished in there? we've got places to be." Arthur calls through the door, his voice even but firm.