Dumage seems quite pleased with Arthur's word choice, her smile curving up even more wickedly as she seems about to respond, when suddenly Mark springs to life behind her, moving forward to take her by the shoulders and give them a definitely not-affectionate squeeze of warning, as he pries her from her spot in the doorway and moves her aside.

"There's no ... trysting. Tryst-free." His voice is definitely strained, with anxiety and something more difficult to define. "Dumage was just going." He looks back at her, his expression somewhat desperate, which mostly seems to amuse her.