Mm, perhaps, but you might have to convince me of it.

[His smile flickers wider as he teases back and he reaches forward to take Arthur's hand when he never quite bridges the gap between them. But he can see the hesitance and the way Arthur demurs and pulls away and ah, that's not nearly as warm.]

Of course, come in. [There's a gentle soothing of his thumb along the ridges of Arthur's knuckles before he pulls away to let him inside and shut the door after them.] You don't have to worry about that, Arthur.