Bela finds his blush endearing, having seen it before on various occasions. Then that smile of course. Still flushing, she shakes her head, feeling obliged to tease him back. "No complaints at all. You know exactly what you're doing." Sometimes Bela believed that she was destined to bump into his table that day; perhaps fate decided that they needed to meet. Whatever it was, she was pleased to have Arthur in her life and it made her hopeful for the future.

She could say that she was drawn to him too; at first, by the way that he was always impeccably dressed and of course, his good looks. But Arthur's personality and who he was shone through the most; suffice to say, she was beginning to develop some feelings for him. Bela felt the drugs kicking in and followed Arthur's lead, falling into a deep sleep.

Then she's in Paris, looking at the Eiffel Tower and surrounded by a lovely park with Arthur sitting beside her. It's almost too perfect and a little surreal. Bela listens to him and nods in understanding. "I can see why you would only take bits and pieces." She smiles. "But you've definitely picked the best pieces right now."