“You’re just afraid I’ll win the game, aren’t you,” he asked, knowing it was possible though he also knew that he didn’t know enough about Arthur to be sure. Though that was the point of the game, wasn’t it. He looked side eyed at Arthur. “Just sit and talk,” he asked. “This madness might just work,’ He teased, giving his body another once over with the towel and then tossing it back to the bathroom floor. Leave it to him to not hang it up.



“Oh Darling, for you I’m always ready,” he said, voice a rough and rumbling purr as he stepped up to Arthur, pushing him gently to try and push him back onto the bed