His aura was certainly intriguing, and part of why Ariadne had been so attracted to him in the first place. But discovering his hidden talents - and his equally surprising capacity to be silly and lighthearted - was just as wonderful as discovering the wiry muscles that lay beneath his crisp shirts and waistcoats.
Ariadne really, really liked Arthur. More than liked.
"How am I pooping your party?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. She gave him a crooked grin at the last question. "I've heard that. I wonder what it's like, having superpowers." Not being pregnant. Ariadne was in no hurry to figure that out.