He sits, waiting expectantly to hear what Arthur might be thinking. And as he sits, he tries not to give it away, how close or far he is from the truth. When he's finished, Hanna sucks in a breath through his teeth, "Oooh. That's a fun theory, but you're a little off, Arthur."

He settles back against the arm of the chair, "It might feel like I'm a shell of a boy, but never did get the full hysterectomy, I stopped myself before I could start ripping it all out. That shit's still in there, just rotted away and dry." Which was why when his knee sunk in it probably felt like a dry pile of leaves in a leather sack rather than a person. "But A plus for the magic addition. It was a bitch getting the lines right, but I started with a magic equivalent of adrenaline, that helped keep me focused long enough to not die."