Arthur had been around some forward women before--- hell, he'd lived with some--- but this was significantly more forward than he'd expected. Wow.

He sure wasn't complaining, though.

He met the kiss back with equal intensity, a hand moving to her hip. It only lingered there for a moment, however, when her fussing with her clothes put the pieces together for him. No time to bother with clothes? No problem. He follows suit gladly, fiddling with his belt-buckle, making quick work of undoing it and focusing on the buttons on his trousers.