Arthur notices the odd expression that crawls onto Bela's face and raises an amused eyebrow, trying to quietly figure out what she could be possibly be thinking about.
A slight blush creeps up his neck and colours his cheeks, lips stretching into a crooked half smile. "There were no complaints, I hope," he teases despite the fact that he does have to to pause on occasion and wonder how exactly he's managed to find himself with someone as elegant and beautiful as Bela. And if it weren't for the tedious hours of training that he's endured over the years, Arthur isn't sure that he would ever be able to control himself around her without it.
Arthur takes a moment to gaze at Bela, the words 'I trust you' echoing through his thoughts, and he knows that it's the truth - after all, she wouldn't be there letting him do this otherwise. It's been a long time since he's found himself feeling drawn to someone, allowing himself to slowly lower the walls around him, but he likes it. "Okay, here we go, then." And he pushes the button, going limp and slumping back against the sofa at an awkward angle.
Because he's aware of how the dream world works and is more than used to it, finding himself sitting beside Bela on a bench in a beautiful park with the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower doesn't faze him, and he speaks as though he's carrying on a conversation they were already having. "It's not Paris as we know it, but when creating in the dreamscape it's always better to avoid imitating anywhere from the real world. It's easy to lose yourself in the dream world, for it to become your reality, so instead we take only bits and pieces in with us."
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A slight blush creeps up his neck and colours his cheeks, lips stretching into a crooked half smile. "There were no complaints, I hope," he teases despite the fact that he does have to to pause on occasion and wonder how exactly he's managed to find himself with someone as elegant and beautiful as Bela. And if it weren't for the tedious hours of training that he's endured over the years, Arthur isn't sure that he would ever be able to control himself around her without it.
Arthur takes a moment to gaze at Bela, the words 'I trust you' echoing through his thoughts, and he knows that it's the truth - after all, she wouldn't be there letting him do this otherwise. It's been a long time since he's found himself feeling drawn to someone, allowing himself to slowly lower the walls around him, but he likes it. "Okay, here we go, then." And he pushes the button, going limp and slumping back against the sofa at an awkward angle.
Because he's aware of how the dream world works and is more than used to it, finding himself sitting beside Bela on a bench in a beautiful park with the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower doesn't faze him, and he speaks as though he's carrying on a conversation they were already having. "It's not Paris as we know it, but when creating in the dreamscape it's always better to avoid imitating anywhere from the real world. It's easy to lose yourself in the dream world, for it to become your reality, so instead we take only bits and pieces in with us."