"Much of the same as last time. I would have liked to spoil you for a bit."

He leaned his head into the touch, pressing his lips into Arthur's palm, soft as ever with his affections. He could smell the blood and disease and death clinging to him. The last remnants of his oil too. But under it all was still Arthur.

...And a rather peculiar musk...? Perhaps he'd been hunting bears, though he hardly looked in any condition to be doing that. He'd mentioned a bear attack, but that would have worn off by now.

He looked puzzled for a moment, but brushed it aside. It didn't really matter now.

"With the colder seasons setting in, I would have been happy to keep you warm."