As Arthur got into bed, the Medicine Seller padded over to his box, tugging open the bottom drawer, and procured a small, drum-like lacquer canister of sunflower oil.

He also poked his head out the door, filling a stoneware bowl full of fresh, clean snow before setting it on the hearth to melt and warm for later.

Arthur all laid out on the mattress was to enticing for him to spend too much time with preparations. They could go through some of his more recreational goods another day - right now, he just wanted to sit himself on the edge of the bed and let his gaze wander over the other man.

"You cut a very dashing figure," he he remarked, teasing the tip of his nail along Arthur's jaw, letting it catch just under his chin to tilt is head up. The Medicine Seller leaned forward, as though to kiss him, but instead murmured against his lips.

"...As fine as your face may be, however, you said you would like me to take you from behind. Or would you like me to flip you myself...?"