Arthur could dodge him all day, just to see if he was the sort of man who could keep on a trail long enough to appreciate the effort that went into following a person around a crowded city; but the brash manner in which the man was following along meant that, even if were an open tail, it would get very annoying, very quickly.
He waited until the spectacled stalker had closed enough space between them, clicking the locks in his mind into place in the interim, before abruptly about-facing and letting the shorter man walk smack into him.