Arthur has to give a sigh behind the door when Marco tells him to keep his pants on.

"I'm alone," he says before he opens the door, stepping aside. "And I have to say, you're really not my type, because my type isn't a couple decades younger than me."

But he lets Marco inside none the less, closing the door behind him - leaving it unlocked, though.

"What are you here for?" Arthur had an idea, sure, but he wanted to be positive about it.