Arthur rather thought that with her mane of frizzy hair, she resembled that name herself, though her's was most becoming.  He had the good grace to keep his mouth shut though.  "I do hope the little fellow is in good health.  I love animals, but in my line of work a pet is a luxury which I can not afford."<br/><br/>Queen Victoria herself had started the craze of small dogs at pets, at least in the English speaking world, and Arthur had often thought that a small companion would suit him.  With his travels though, he would never be home to see him.  As it was, his apartment stood empty half of the year, and was a spartan as any bachelor's was apt to be.<br/><br/>"Do you currently have any pets?"  He knew it was an inane question, but nothing else occurred to him, except to ask what she was doing in the spy business and how she felt about educated men of low social standing.  Neither question seemed appropriate, yet, though.<br/><br/>The airship hit a patch of turbulence and Jack rescued his drink from disaster.  Overall the ride had been surprisingly smooth.  Jack knew it was faster than train, but there was something solid and dependable about the clack of a train, which he missed, soaring through the sky, trapped under a potentially explosive envelope.