You know what they say about hindsight.

[ he moves a little as he speaks, bracing over her on the couch so that he can lean in for another long, slow kiss. he ends it with a nip to her lower lip, an idle tug, and he grins. ]

But we'll make do with what we get, won't we?

[ his hand drops to rest at her hip pointedly, nails digging in here too. ]

Arthur would have been furious, he never wanted me to have anything of my own. It would have felt so sweet.