"You'll leave me be without a name." Was the reply, simple, confident, and without room for negotiation. The idea of playing this differently had crossed his mind, but ultimately what it came down to was no person with any amount of common sense gave any information to anyone who was acting like a lunatic and insisting they were somehow similiar to a group of nameless, faceless individuals.
The glance, like the handshake, went unreturned, and upon reaching the crosswalk a second time, Arthur purposefully J-walked between to cars, headed for a police vehicle parked along the opposite curb.