As you were cleaning your gun, your movements were rhythmic yet erotic to Arthur. The slow steady motions of your hands. The stroking of the barrel to the cloth. Even the way you applied oil to the inside of the barrel! He watched as he leaned on the pillar of the saloon, his brows furrowed. He chuckled playfully "Why don't you come over here and treat me like that gun, hmm Sweetheart?"