Jonathan smiles and approaches him. "You didn't happen to have any ulterior motives for bringing me here, did you?"
Arthur looks at her. "What? You told me to stop, didn't you? I'm a man of consent. Want me, say so. If you don't, say so, and you said so. Easy peasy." He shrugs.
Jonathan chuckles and stands, tucking his book under his arm.
Arthur starts to kiss the nook he'd created, then he steps back and lowers his hands. He turns and washes his hands in the basin so he can eat his cupcake.
Jonathan tilts his head playfully. "Call me crazy, but I felt those beautiful eyes of yours on me almost the whole time."
Arthur brushes a thumb across her jaw, tilting her head up. "Do you really... want me to stop?" He lowers his mouth to the angle created by her jaw and her neck.
Marin frowns, slightly annoyed. "Does it matter? The point is, this man," she points to the picture, "is a notable wizard, and there must be a lot of usable information about him."