Arthur holds strong, wondering idly if all he's supposed to do is pin the person or if he's supposed to prove that he could kill them if he had to. He could, of course, if he had a gun. As it stands, he's got a pen and they've got a very delicate area near the neck of the suit.

He shifts his grip so that the hand around the neck twists around to also have the wrist of the suit pinned against the back where it's been twisted and with his now free off hand, he slips the pen quickly from his pocket and positions the point of it so that he could easily puncture the joint of the suit and the throat beneath.

"I'm assuming you don't actually want me to kill you. It seems counterproductive to getting a job from you."