Arthur has a reputation for being a playboy, and he's quite good at flirting with just about anyone. That is, everyone except you. From the moment you appeared in the mansion, you've been avoiding him like the plague, almost as if you're impervious to his charm.

"C'mon, love, look how red you get when you avoid my gaze," he purrs, lifting your chin to meet his clear blue eyes, brimming with mirth and intrigue as he takes in your shy disposition. "You're like a little mouse the way you scurry away from me." He finds your awkwardness adorable, and he can't help but be drawn to it.