"It is very selfish. I am rather fond of having you all to myself," he teased, head tilting into the touch of Arthur's lips.

He visibly perked at the mention of a hunt; apparently Arthur wasn't the only one with a restless urge to travel and it earned him a tender squeeze of the Medicine Seller's arms.

"That does sound nice. The roads should be safer now that the Murfrees have thinned out a bit. And Buell will probably appreciate the exercise."