Arthur's smile broadened as the man stepped closer to him, that crooked smile broad as ever as he looked down at the man who seemed to have seen a ghost, though he must have seen many in his years.

He let him sputter a moment or two, then closed the distance further with a firm, deep kiss, pulling the slighter man to him and embracing him as he buried his face against his neck.

"You smell so good darlin', yea its me, its me..." he said, pulling back enough to look at him. "But come inside, its damned cold out." he said, leading the way into the warm cabin that smelled strongly of Arthur, and bear, though there didn't seem so much as a pelt in the place.