Arthur rolled his eyes succinctly. (Yes, eyerolls got adverbs, if you were Arthur Fucking Pendragon and had more than your fair share of practice at the... practice) "I hardly see the problem with doing this," he said, "So stop complaining." He picked up one of the helmets gingerly, considering it. "Bit like a jousting helmet." Considering that his entire closet was filled with leather garments, it came as no surprise that motorcycle-applicable pants and jacket were present today.