Arthur is silent for a moment. Honestly, that answer could have been worse: Arthur was half-afraid Crichton would reveal that he'd been sharing specific names and details in his sleep. (But if he did that, then Parker would have said something... right?)

"You don't have to be concerned," he says, not harshly, but flatly. He almost says I brought it on myself, only he's sure Crichton wouldn't take his word for it.

"What have I said, anyway?"