brows lifting, glancing down at the bow-tie. “fussin’ over me then, eh? didn’t realise i’d hired meself a dresser. makin’ me look 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑟. bad for my reputation that is.”
“ thought wrong , arthur, ” she replies breezily , fingers moving to adjust his bow - tie. a tilt of her head , an assessing look. “ there. lucky for you i came along , eh? ”