Arthur's still at the top of the stairs, by some miracle, because he has a fucking death grip on the banister with both hands; but he's also sprawled awkwardly out, as he tries to get either his feet or his ass back under him.

When he hears the rushing footsteps stop, obviously having seen him, the look on his face is very much 'cat that fell off the back of the couch by accident and trying desperately to make it look intentional'. Until he gets his ass onto a step and can finally balance, so he sits with a heavy sigh.

"Tell me," he says, flat with resignation. "Do I truly seem like a threat to you right now?"