"That impression which was the first one I got of you." He paused, and wrinkled his nose. "And I apologise for that horrendous grammar. Good lord."

Arthur smirked slightly and twitched at the shoulder of his pyjamas to straighten them. His fingers curled lightly into the cuffs.

"At first, I have to say I thought you were a absolute arse," he said. "... I still think you're an arse, but you have redeeming qualities."