He'd love a bar fight again, something thrilling and fun about walloping drunkards, drunk or not himself. Though the last real big one he was in he got real pissed at one guy, and was even thrown out the damned window. Ended up covered in mud and hurting for a few days, none other than Thomas Downes having stopped him from beating big Tommy into the street.

Arthur pressed another kiss to the man's lips before nodding and reaching down to grab Erron's bag. He set it on the arm of the chair to avoid it getting stained too and rifled through it, surprised at what he found. The man carried some items he'd easily make some good money from either a shop or the Fence.

"Carry some pricey cloth on yea. You rich?" he asked, a tease in his voice as he pulled out a more handkerchief and handed it to him before setting the bag down again.