“Mr. Morgan,” You walked in without knocking, instantly regretting it. Sort of. Arthur was in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. “Oh, shit- sorry.” You turned your head away, and your face flushed with red.

Instead of scolding you, all the outlaw could do was laugh. “You’re alright. What’s so important that made you barge in? I was going to take a bath, but if it needs to wait then…” His words trails off, taking a note of how flustered you look.