[He has many things he wants to say and do, particularly in the direction of bruising Arthur's face beyond recognition and it's damned tempting to act on it, but for now, he resists. Fran is doing you a favor, Arthur. Don't forget it.]

You would think that you would be rejoicing at my silence. Apparently, mon cher, I simply can do no right in your eyes.

[Does he sound frank? Maybe. Icy? Sure.]

What brilliant ideas are you to bestow upon us then?