He knew Arthur had enough weighing on his conscience that if ever it came down to it, the Medicine Seller would know what to do.

"Save your jealousy," he teased, pressing a kiss to his throat, running the washcloth over his chest and belly.

"A terrified teenage girl and her equally terrified family begging for an exorcism really are not the sorts to turn my head."

Another kiss to Arthur's shoulder over the bite scar.

"Astonishing how much just making sure she was well fed before moonrise and not chained up in a dark cellar managed to improve her temperament."