Mannerisms that Mary's family tried to drill into him, make him into something he wasn't and couldn't be. Beyond general politeness of course. Miss Grimshaw always drilled into them about general manners, but stupid small talk and fretting over things that didn't matter, like ascots? Only those who didn't have anything to worry about worried about that sort of thing.

As for pride, he didn't put much stock in it. Too many folk died for it. He didn't care if he was seen as some dumb country boy. Either they left him alone, or if they didn't, he punched them until they did.

"Okay okay tough man." Arthur laughed, watching, peering over his shoulder as he dug through his bag, wondering what the other man could have possibly-

Oh.

Arthur looked at the precious gold-filled jar, then carefully took it. Not so much as a hairline crack in it, filled with delicious sweetness.

"You rode all the way up here with this just bumping about in your bag?" he smiled, cupping the other man's face, "What a gift. Thank you darlin'" he pressed a kiss against the man's forehead.