Arthur grins faintly when he sees Dharichar take a step back. 

"Dharichar, you better be feeding her! I had to cinch her waist in six inches!" Jonathan says darkly, and Cesidia blushes. 

"I'd appreciate it if you kept my measurements between us, Jon," Cesidia sighs. The fabric hugs her body, accentuating every curve and corner. She smiles at Dhar. "He didn't give you troubles did he?" She gives Arthur a stink eye.

Arthur shrugs. "He wasn't too bad."

Cesidia huffs. "I was talking to Dhar."

Arthur smirks. "I know."