"You'll find out soon enough." She can't help but think of a scenario in which she is dressed up as a schoolgirl. After all, Arthur could play the role of a teacher, given how sharp he looked in suits. Focus, Bela. That kind of scenario is not relevant right now.

"I know," she says softly, "I've been on the receiving end of that touch." Okay, she's slightly off-track with that statement. "Sorry, I should be focusing on the task at hand." And now she flushes a little. Sometimes Arthur could be a little distracting.

Needles aren't her most favourite thing in the world, but she takes a breath and blocks out that sharp burst of pain she feels when the needle goes in. Bela looks up at him and nods. "Don't worry, I trust you." Her free hand reaches over and squeezes his knee briefly before she lets it hang by her side again. "I'm ready, yes." Bela is glad that he trusts her with this part of his life. There would come a time when she would have to let him into hers and share something with him that he never knew about her.