Oh, that was very nice - very nice indeed. The Medicine Seller could get very used to that sort of thing. But one good turn deserves another, and when Arthur was done with his shoulder, he turned in his lap to face him, the blanket sliding all the way off to pool at his hips. He shivered in the draft the flames couldn't quite keep at bay, but he didn't mind. That was soon going to be the furthest thing from their minds.

Arthur was about to get exactly what he wanted as the Medicine Seller slid his hands into the blanket to gently stroke his chest, mouth kissing along his brow and temple.

"It is strange, no? After we first parted, I thought often of seeking you out again."