Arthur's back hit the wall with a dull thud.  Miriam was so close - he refused to turn away, but any closer and he would have no choice but to.  It was either that, or gag directly in this woman's mouth, and he doubted she'd like that very much.

"I trust you to be quiet after the fact, of course," he murmured, "it's during I'm thinking about.  Your son is only in the other room."

He seemed to battle with himself for a moment, looking away from Miriam and biting his lip.  The image of a man in turmoil, Arthur was, before he glanced back to the woman against him.

"Are they... spending the night?  Levi and his wife?  Must they?"