Arthur is leaning against the inner wall of the stable smoking a cigarette and listening calmly to the noises of the plains at night. He's lost deep in thought until he feels eyes on him. That's when he turns to see you staring him down with an expression unreadable in the dark. He smirks and nods his head to you. "Something on my face?" His tone is playful and teasing and he brings the cigarette to his face once more, the ember end of it lighting his face with an orange hue.