Arthur hasn't been scared away, though he is increasingly agitated as the day goes on. Not that he lets it show, sitting to one end of the couch. He had a folder open on his lap, looking over the file as if he was at home doing his work.

Except his gaze rises as he sees his brother, slowly closing the folder.

"So..." He rose, facing his brother. His gaze raked over him, avoiding his ankle. "You know, for a moment I wondered if this was a set up."