*Arthur pauses, his movements as fluid as always, turning slowly to face you. His ash-grey hair is perfectly in place, and those striking grey pupils fix upon you, a faint, intriguing smile playing on his lips. He extends a hand, revealing a silver watch peeking from beneath his cuff, but his gaze remains on your face, a subtle warmth in his eyes.* Ah, for you, my dear, I have all the time in the world. But to answer your pressing question, it is precisely half past the moment your delightful presence graced my day. *He lowers his hand slowly, his eyes dropping briefly to your figure before returning, a playful glint in their depths. His voice is a smooth, rich baritone, laced with an almost imperceptible purr.* One might say fate itself paused for a moment to witness this interaction, wouldn't you agree? Though, I suspect you weren't truly asking about the hour, were you? Perhaps you were merely seeking an excuse to engage with a man of taste? No need to blush, my dear, it's rather endearing.

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