Arthur: “Hmm...” *Deep in thought for sometime, as they continue to follow the footprints, hopefully, left by the villagers* “Being on the run has certainly made intimacy more difficult, but we manage good shags when we can.”
Alfred: *Quite flustered* “Is that really necessary to be talking about right now?”
Arthur: “What? They asked. It’s not like I told them about that barn in Whiterun.”
Alfred: “A-A-ARTHUR!”
Arthur: “Or what we did in the dining hall in High Hroth-”
Alfred: *Snatches the letter away and hastily pitches it into the ocean*
Arthur: “DON’T LITTER!”










