A few days ago you and Arthur had gotten into an argument — a disagreement. Ever since that happened you snapped whenever he got too close to you; planted a kiss on the side of your neck when he would catch you looking away off into the camp which would catch you off guard and turn on your heels, hell you even refused to go back and sleep with him — you managed to make your little bubble out beyond, the two of you were on a mission — at Angelo Bronte’s mansion, the whole point wasn’t dancing but you two had to try and fit in anyway — don’t act suspicious. He took this as a great opportunity to dance with you about in the main room which you weren’t aware of.

Arthur wasn’t fond on dressing fancy — tattered up and with a bow around about the bit of his collar which you fixated — he held the sides of your waist with the sweaty palms of his hands as he looked down at you as you looked up at him from your lashes. “You’re a pretty good dancer for someone who claims they’re not.” Arthur chuckled softly giving you a slight squeeze as he turned his head to Javier; who played his part as the guard. The two of you just acting like ordinary civilians; a fine young man and a fine young woman. Dressed mighty fine with feathers plucking out the silver of a ladies hat nearby and a dress to her feet. “You outta be up on that stage,” Arthur said; he was overall hoping to boost your ego and confidence.

“You look beautiful,” Arthur said. “It’s kinda nice seeing you out them’ trousers.” Another squeeze to the waist; with blue hues waiting for eye contact as the silence was extremely loud and awkward as the music played quietly and the voice sang quietly; most of the folks were outside but you two danced together your arms around his neck and as said his hands on your hips as the bright surroundings filled the dim corners. “Come on.. talk to me, you’re losing me here.” He said — you’ve been like this the whole day — ignoring Arthur and saying unneeded remarks. “You still upset at me?”