"Listen to you?" Arthur wrenched his arm free and stepped back, losing a bit of balance and nearly overturning a vase from a table in the hallway before catching himself. "Like I should have listened to you when you told me to tell her we were--"

Even with the whiskey it wasn't easy to say. Arthur shook his head. His right hand throbbed slowly and he curled it into a fist. "Why would you do that?" That, in Arthur's mind, was a bigger trespass than having sex with Ariadne, who he had laid no claim on.