Arthur put his assistant in charge of the shop and told him to close for the day after the tournament. He walked out of the shop, wearing the silver threaded tuxedo. He still had the six shooter with the silver bullets concealed enough so that no one would notice, but he was now just as weak as a normal human, and his senses were dampened.<br/><br/>"I say, how many windows did you break today? I counted at least forty on the way here, and those were just on the cars!" he said as Mickey sat down in the house. "And furthermore, I thought you were going to take me to the Alpha, not your apartment! If this is your Idea of a joke... then we may get along rather well after all!" He laughed good heartedly, and sat down at the small table in the kitchen. Thinking out several strategic ways to go about introducing himself to this supposed 'Alpha', as well as ways to deal with Mickey if he was lying about having a pack, he kept himself as smiley as ever, occasionally tapping his fingers on the table in what seemed to be random patterns, but were actually him playing out different aspects of each of his strategies in his head.<br/><br/>"Do you mind me asking where this Alpha of yours is right now? I mean It would be a shame to have followed you and closed my shop early for no reason at all, don't you think?" Arthur said, still as jovial as ever.