"Just because I could doesn't mean that I would. I've got higher standards than that, darling. That and it's be a little awkward with everyone there. Unless you're into the whole voyeur scene...that might make a little sense then I guess." He shrugs, ignoring Arthur's defensive tone. "I disagree. Comparing him to you does make this on-topic still, even if it makes you uncomfortable. You have to admit that things would be a lot different if the subject was more like you."
"I hardly believe human error has anything to do with being an 'idiot. Though you hold your standards so high it's almost impossible to succeed enough in your book, isn't it? Even with all your facts, there's no guarantee everything will still go smoothly enough. And of course you can't very well predict exactly just how the subject will react with the facts or settings you place in front of him. I'm not trying to undermine what you do, I'm trying to make you realize that maybe just for a moment you should step away, take a breath, and focus on what the bigger picture is. It might help you figure out exactly what facts are important and what ones you need to put on the back burner." This was definitely an argument neither was going to win, but he'd be damned if he was dropping the subject now.
"I highly doubt that my part of the job will help you relax, kitten.", he sighed, glancing to sheet with a frown. "I already knew that. I've been there a few times this week trying to take in the scenery....or what little there is of it." It's easy to ignore the other's snarky tone, he'd dealt with the other's mood before.
"Ask me what, darling? You might have to jog my memory.", he doesn't touch the part about the other's personal life, figuring he could feign enough ignorance to cover that. Instead he leans in, pulling the other over by his tie to inspect the pattern a little more closely. "What is it with you and polka dots?"