"A little bit," he said, still grinning and amused. He could see the shyness poking through and chuckled softly. "Yeah, we're flirting," Arthur nodded. "Where do you want this to leave us," he asked, tilting his head a little to look at him. "Want this to be a one off thing -- meet on a flight, flirt, have a quickie in the too small bathroom and call it good? Or something more?" Of which, Arthur didn't have much experience with. Quickies, yes. Long term, relationships -- not nearly as much.

When he heard the word 'love', Arthur's eyebrows rose and felt his lips tug upward. "Dashing and love...," he shook his head with a grin, his ears turning a little red at the endearments. Not that he would admit it of course. "No, I'm not just indulging you." Perhaps at the beginning, a little but the man was endearing and cute...and charming. "I'm enjoying myself talking and flirting with you." Tuck was a handsome man and there was no use denying that in the least.