"Promise?" He called out to him with a teasing infliction in his tone. He picked up a clean wash cloth, got it wet before he started washing himself off. Arthur's lips quirked up when he noticed the marks left on his body. They would be something he would miss after they faded and he could no longer feel them.

After Arthur had washed himself off, he sat the cloth down and washed his hands. With a wet hand, Arthur ran it through his hair and knew it was no use to truly slick it back just now.