[ At the friendly greeting, he returns it in kind– a nod and something like a smile. Arthur takes a seat on one of the chairs that (probably) isn't full of crows, relaxed. ]

It'll take more than a little revolution to get me killed. [ Mostly because he tries to stay out of the direct line of fire, but details, details. ] Never stuck in one place, but never did end up in the Tuileries. How did your spying go? Learn anything interesting?

[ It's more of a broad question– they have no need of the information that Jon might've gleaned. At least not at present. ]