He couldn't resist the smile that curled on his lips. Ever the point man, he noticed the blush and the flirtatious tone to his voice. "Is that right," he asked and looked at him. Arthur hummed and gave him a smile. "Thank you, Tuck. For saving me from fourteen hours consisting of a crying baby." Though he didn't really have problems with children in general, he adored Phillipa and James, but it didn't mean that sitting next to a crying, upset baby for fourteen hours was something he wanted.

Arthur took the glass from him. "I know the feeling well," he admitted and brought the glass up to his lips. "What is it you do," he asked after taking a sip of the drink.