'Artie'? Ariadne raised an eyebrow at that. She never pictured anyone calling him that. The younger woman was getting the idea they weren't just contacts. And she didn't know how she felt about that.

"Wait, now? Do you even know how? I mean I just met you and you're just going to sew me up?" She said with some disbelief. Sure Arthur said to trust her but did she even know what she was doing.

This was going to hurt though and she half wished she'd had more to drink at the ball. The night was turning out completely horrible. And the worst part was he was still leaving at the end of this.