[ Given the go-ahead, Arthur sits on the couch, hands folding in front of him in a default posture of that same ease. ]

That night in the alley, [ He mutes his own sigh, and if anything Arthur's look has gone even milder than before, this mostly to keep from showing anything else, and it's been effective for him for years, so it doesn't waver now ] was just 'cause I was there. You would've gone after anyone in the vicinity. [ It's blunt but all he wants is confirmation, no explanation necessary, yes or no and he'll take it from there. He doesn't have it in him to look apologetic about asking because he's not - annoyed that his own mind won't let it rest, maybe, but not about putting it to rest either way. His eyes flicker to the lazy trail of smoke before shifting back to White himself.

Arthur could ask him about Eames too, about Orange, but he's not.

Well not yet at least. ]