Arthur rolls his eyes heavenward when Marco mentions sweet clandestine murder. This was honestly something he was hoping to avoid, but, well, any version of Marco is Marco. He should have known that.

"So I gathered," He tells Marco when he mentions that York knows, glancing at the kid and then to York. Ouch, he's been on the recieving end of that look, but not from York in particular.

Still, he squares his shoulders. Marco came to him when he made his bed, Arthur only provided what he needed to get the job done. And maybe backup.

"Best I can get," he replies after a moment, thinking of the pistol. "Maybe I could start a business on the side, charge for it." Another glance to Marco, "Current company excepted."