"You seem pretty sure about that." For a moment, his eyes hold Arthur's and there's a previously unseen glimpse of something there, a canny grasp of the subject, perhaps, or a shrewd reasoning that seems at odds with the fluster he presented only moments before. The question he poses is blunt, but not said with any seeming malice. If he evinced some fear of Arthur's presence before, it seems to dissolve in the space of this instant.

"What if you can't?"