Sighing into his touch, his embrace, Ariadne leaned her head against his chin. A hand went to his side. She wanted more contact with him.

"I am, Arthur. I've never been possessive with someone before. I just want you. I want you. And I'm going with my gut here because this, us whatever we are, I can't map it out. I can't draw it out with pen and paper. I'm completely emotional when I don't know what to do. I rely on how I feel. And I'm telling you I don't trust her. And I don't like this feeling." Her eyes were closed when she said this. She could feel the plane increasing speed. She could feel Arthur's arm around her.