"Captain!? It has been a long time since I have been called that title." He looks down at Arturia and rumbles, "Have you taken up history as a study, then, since my announcement a few days ago?"

He doesn't seem to notice the cold reception, his face revealing nothing for the moment, but the microexpression of her paling was a hint that something was amiss, so shifts his weight slightly, a palpable sense of readiness overtaking him. Where before he was just a quiet, waiting figure on a mission of conciliation, to reassure the King and Queen of Britain of his loyalties and the alliance with Rome, he can clearly sense something is amiss.