Arthur barks a laugh at that, it's loud and sharp and genuinely amused and he shakes his head. "And here I was hopin' to tell you all about how my daddy never loved me," he says, a little wry in the smirk that just barely pulls at his lips. "If I wanted to talk about my feelings I'd pay one of them workin' girls downstairs for their time, don't you worry about that."

He leans back against the door, thumbs tucked in his gun belt as he watches the other man disrobe and makes no move to join him. Doesn't even the minimum courtesy of taking off his weapons, just watches.

A little surprised by the man's age-- not disappointed, not at all, but generally if someone seeks him out this way they're younger than him. Sometimes moreso than he's comfortable with. He wonders what it is that brought him to Izzy's attention, but he figures after a moment that it's the same thing as everyone else. Arthur's built like a brick shithouse, he's sometimes affable but rarely nice, and he just seems like someone who'd be comfortable putting someone in their place.

"You got an out?" A safeword, he means. Doesn't expect he's gonna push this guy even close to too far, but he's been surprised before.