Well that statement has Arthur almost seeing stars. He hasn't-- is it because it's been so long, or because of the wrongness about him that Bash pointed out, that it's taken him until now to really want Crichton's mouth around him? Now, though, the idea makes his breathing stutter, and anything other than this moment and that promise is dashed clean out of his head.

"Yes- I, I- r-right." Unfortunately he's so very in the moment that the obvious next step of 'take your trousers off' doesn't immediately occur to him.