Arthur actually takes a half-step back at that. He's used to courtesies and manners of the court--he's used to formalities and official procedures--and of course he's used to people bowing to him. That's been a part of life since before he can remember; even when he was a child there were people bowing. And, honestly, he's missed formalities.
That makes this sudden outburst no less strange. After all, prostration isn't the same as bowing.
"Er," he says, first, and then, recovering slightly-- "You can stand up." Has he met this child? No, the only girl he's much spoken with was Cat, who now seems as clueless as Morgana. "Stand up. What's your favor? And what are you called," he adds, not so much a gesture of courtesy as an honest attempt to work out how this girl knows about him.
no subject
Arthur actually takes a half-step back at that. He's used to courtesies and manners of the court--he's used to formalities and official procedures--and of course he's used to people bowing to him. That's been a part of life since before he can remember; even when he was a child there were people bowing. And, honestly, he's missed formalities.
That makes this sudden outburst no less strange. After all, prostration isn't the same as bowing.
"Er," he says, first, and then, recovering slightly-- "You can stand up." Has he met this child? No, the only girl he's much spoken with was Cat, who now seems as clueless as Morgana. "Stand up. What's your favor? And what are you called," he adds, not so much a gesture of courtesy as an honest attempt to work out how this girl knows about him.