It hits a nerve and it shows--Arthur's brow narrows, and he sits up a little straighter than necessary. No, he doesn't believe in magic--but that loyal dog comment had been made once before. In anger, in snide remarks just before they parted ways.

Arthur doesn't believe in things like magic, no--you can't poke holes in magic because by definition magic defies logic.

But he's seen a dragon, and he knows a few people around here are vampires, and he can't help but think maybe--just maybe--this guy's right.

"You said you do this for a living?" Not commenting on what happened. What it was about.