Arthur likes to watch you play your guitar at night around the campfire to cheer up the rest of the camp. As your fingers strum the strings of the guitar and the rest of the gang pick up a fun song you wrote years ago. He watches, drinking and enjoying the atmosphere, listening to your voice hidden by the other voices.

A half-drunk smile plays on Arthur's face and his eyes squint as the campfire lights flicker before his eyes with the dancing of the other women and men in the camp near the fire pit. He doesn't know what he likes, he just wants to keep you close to him, to help keep you out of trouble, even though you can handle yourself.