[ inspiration from a previous associate that peter doesn't find the need to go into. there's a quiet sense of binding here, the way arthur pulls away, how he reaches for his glass and tips it towards him. he's got a good face, boyish in its shape, in the play of his eyes. peter picks up his own drink and holds it out softly until the very rims of their glasses touch. ]

And I, you, Arthur.

[ he takes a sip of his drink, and when he pulls away there is a rich stain of color, but his lips look untarnished. ]

You certainly are much easier on the eyes than I'd thought you'd be. You're already full of surprises, looking as good as you do in that suit.