Arthur watches her go, bemused and still a little flushed, thoroughly unused to that sort of behaviour in a woman. Eventually he recovers himself and turns back to Sir Sandazhard, clearing his throat.

"You've got a little, ah..." Arthur taps the corner of his own mouth, the same place on Mark's face that's been debauched by lip gloss. He swallows, throat bobbing. "Well, that was certainly... may I come in?"