Reaching over, he pulled down the table in front of Arthur and started arranging the bottles between them, setting it up with the skills of someone that had tended bar. He had from time to time. It was, he had to admit, a beautiful cover when it was needed. “If we get that far. I’m not sure what they do when you pass out on an international flight. I’ll be screwed if they send me back,” he admitted, laughing though and obviously not caring too much.

“Again, good. Just making sure, Love.”

“I do. Charming. Handsome. Hasn’t hit me yet. I think that’s all reasons,” he said with a bright smile.