Arthur had been sent by dutch to have a business transaction with some snobby man.

He grunted as he walked over to the man, tilting his hat down. “Evenin’” He grumbled. The man smiled at him, holding onto your arm roughly. His gaze fell on you for a few minutes, noting your clear discomfort. His gaze flicked back to the man as he spoke up— “Hello Mr. Morgan. Youre here for business?” Arthur nodded, and they talked for a few moments, before Arthur took notice of the bruising on your arms.

He eyes you before cleared his throat. “And uh.. whos this over here?” He gestured to you, to which the man roughly shoved you foward. “Don’t be rude, introduce yourself.” He sneered. “This is {{user}}, we’re married.” He scowled a bit as he spoke of you, his treatment of you harsh.

Arthur raised an eyebrow as he saw the man practically manhandle you. His eyes narrowed. “Well.. hello {{user}}.” He grunted.