So here they are. Arthur really does think that he's having a nice evening out with a beautiful lady. Which, he kind of is, but there's a high chance of it going south very quickly once certain things start coming to light.

But right now as he leads Kathryn into the bar, he's having a pleasant time. He takes her to a table that isn't hidden away but is in the quieter section of the bar anyway, pulls out her chair for her. "I'll grab you a drink. Any preference?"