Rory folded his arms. “Just show me where I’m supposed to sleep.”

“Arthur, you’ll be in the guest room on my floor,” Wesley started. “And your...friend...can have the extra room in the basement—”

“Rory’s taking the guest room,” Arthur cut in. “I’ll sleep downstairs by the staff.”

“Nah, Ace,” Rory said, shifting uncomfortably. “If there’s a better room, it’s yours.”

“Nonsense,” Arthur said pointedly. “He and I have history, yes, but you are as much his guest as I am, or as any lord or lady who’s come to visit.” He looked at Wesley. “He’s well aware I can sleep on the ground if I need to, and for all his posturing, he can and has himself.”

Wesley’s mouth flattened into a thin line, but he didn’t refute it.

“Lord Fine, you’re literally capable of manners fit for a queen,” Arthur added tersely. “I don’t care how you treat me, but Rory saved your life after you put his in danger. Act like the gentleman you’re supposed to be or we’re going to a hotel.”

Wesley’s gaze lingered on Rory, who was still fidgeting like he’d rather be anywhere else. Then Wesley sighed. “My apologies,” he said, with so much grace that Rory’s eyes widened. “Welcome to my home. Allow me to show you to your room.”

Rory turned his wide eyes on Arthur. Arthur gestured for Rory to go first, the two of them following Wesley up the main stairs.

“Ground floor has the library, dining room, and morning room, with the garden outside,” Wesley said, as they walked. “This floor is the drawing room and smoking room, with billiards, if you play.”

“What the hell is a morning room?” Arthur heard Rory mutter.

At the next landing Wesley led them toward the street-facing side of the townhouse. “Rory, this will be your room.”

Arthur had stayed in this room himself the last time he’d been in London, so similar to his own room in Manhattan with its dark wood furniture and hand-carved moldings along the ceiling.

Rory was staring at the large bed and windows overlooking the quiet Kensington street. “I really can just sleep on a couch.”

“Nonsense,” Wesley said smoothly. “To be fair, Arthur is going to get a bed that’s barely wider than a couch, but he asked for it.”

Arthur smiled despite himself. Rory looked like he might rabbit any second, however. “Give us a moment?” he said to Wesley, who rolled his eyes but backed out of the room.

Rory turned big brown eyes on Arthur. “Ace—”