“Informal dance at a club,” he repeated, peering at Arthur curiously. “Is this some kind of dancing that is wicked and heathenistic? If so, I could buy into this. I most certainly could. Especially with you,” he added, voice dropping a bit, rumbling.

“Well then, now you have more reasons to make time for it,” he said, his tones not changing, staying in that low tone still.

“But… It was worth the try. Besides, I trust him.”