** You know how people say "pardon my French" and then they swear? My one friend does it a lot lol. **

Arthur's skin crawled. He couldn't actually believe he had agreed to go on some dumb romantic as piss date. With Francis Bonnefoy of all people. Urgh, a heaven! And he hadn't even let him cook for the two of them when he offered to! Could one get any more rude?!

He forced himself to take a deep breath. Arthur wasn't a rude person himself, so he'd give him the benefit of the doubt. It was unlikely, but hey maybe he was just turning over a new leaf.

Arthur grabbed his phone and went into the living room, where Francis was lounging. They'd just order a pizza; that couldn't be too controversial, right?

"Do you want to order a pizza?" He asked, and resisted the urge to call him a frog. There. Step in the right direction.

Francis turned on the couch and smiled cheekily at him. ...dammit. He was a bit cute when he smiled, Arthur had to admit. But he still hated him! "Pardon my French," he purred, "But oui."

Arthur stared at him. "Don't use that sort of language with me."

Idiot. But...not in an entirely bad way.