"I have an idea regarding that, and a weapon with which to enact an assault against the Rift, when the time comes, but the practical concern of how to mend the rift must be addressed before I shed the blood of Rome, or the Blood of the Crusade company to attack it, or there will be no lasting victory."

He nods, and seems inclined to say more, to sympathize from his own history, but thinks better of it, instead, standing silent and stoic. He simply looks at Arturia, trying to puzzle out what he can from her stance, her armor, her blade. Trying to see if there are differences in body language between the seeming impostor that he knew, and the real King of Knights.