"It's Leto," Arthur said, slowly. "I merely pointed out to him some of the flaws in his own arguments."

Which is to say Arthur told him he talked too much. "I haven't heard a word from him since."

He was fully intending to tell Leto to his face about how much of a girl he was being. This was a strategy, mind, Arthur had come up with while on his third-or-fourth beer last night.