"Well, at least she gave us plenty to start with," Arthur mused, looking at the assortment of bottles in front of Tuck. At least, he assumed they would share from how it was worded. "I'll get the next round."

Arthur chuckled and shook his head. "No, and anyway, if you were being creepy and I didn't want it, I would have told you so."

"I don't either, normally," he admitted and took a small bottle of whiskey from the collection sitting in front of Tuck. "You think so," he asked, watching Tuck with a small quirk of his lips. He didn't normally come across those who felt that way. Course, he wasn't normally looking for that either -- it already felt like more than a one night thing, or more specifically, a one long flight thing.