Language. A funny thing it was. Arthur never was great at English let alone any other way of words. There was one woman in particular who he found insanely enchanting..

Arthur was never much of a romantic, in fact he was quite rough around the edges. But he’d never felt more cursed than when he’d try to talk with you. All you knew was Spanish..

“Oh uhm…” he muttered, stumbling over his own words while you just blinked at him.