It's been a few days. He and Saga have made a cautious practice of him revealing information she shouldn't be able to hear in bits and pieces, testing to make sure he doesn't get that particular murdery switch flipped. It seems... all right. It seems like she'll be all right, if she knows.

So they set another meeting, and David wears the best clothes he has available, freshly picked from the wardrobe while Arthur isn't there. Nice slacks, button-up shirt. He doesn't bother with anything fancier than that. It would feel silly.

He already feels a little silly, acting like this is... what, a job interview? Ridiculous. Still, he's in it now, so he knocks.