Emrys understood the concern immediately. He nodded and rose from the couch. He went to the door and locked it, then moved to close the curtains on the windows. It was unlikely that anyone would have made an attempt to interrupt them anyway. He'd trained the staff by now to wait until they were explicitly asked for something like tea or refreshments, rather than proactively offering; there was too wide a range in the types of visitors he received for them to guess at what he might want. It was even less likely that any of them would have said anything, even if they'd seen Arthur bent over the back of the couch, but he understood the impulse regardless and he could never begrudge someone discretion.

He stayed on his feet while Arthur removed his jacket and peeled his shirt away. When he saw it he sucked in a breath, shocked in spite of the warning he'd been given. "Oh, love."

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