Hearing that he had a fan, Arthur felt a little weirded out.
'Is he being for real?' He thought. 'How can a man be a fan of another man?'
Plus, he was feeling down in the gutters as this fan of his wasn't a beautiful maiden, but an overweight, overly enthusiastic male.
For a brief moment, Arthur felt an impulse so strong it nearly made him want to spit out blood on the spot.
Still, he wasn't the type to turn down praise.
A fan was a fan, and his ego was never one to shy away from being stroked—regardless of who was doing the stroking.
And so, Arthur straightened up, slicked back his hair with a casual sweep of his hand, and wiped the sweat off on his sleeve with just enough flair to look effortlessly cool.
(AN: Yep, he still had the sweat in his hand when he did it xD)
"It's good that you recognized my greatness," Athur said with a slight chuckle, the corners of his mouth curling with pride.
