Is it for the charming, good looks that we have? ( he chuckles, trying to diffuse the tension that's apparent between them. caster may be an idiot, but there's a little good left within him which he probably caught from his mother's side. she was the human, after all. while his words may irritate her, it's better in this case so that she has something else to be distraught over which she does a good job at.
she may be able to find him and then she may not, he doesn't know how this place works but she doesn't feel like a servant so she couldn't find him by that method. his head tilts to the side, trying to make heads or tails of her response, but her first step towards him makes him shift back. it's not like he doesn't trust her, it really isn't that, but he's better safe than sorry if his jokes had been far too much. )
Ah, yes, Arthur as you call him. Your King, the dutiful Lord of the Round Table! ( although caster speaks with familiarity, he knows that's not the same person, but even that arthur deserves the same respect. but there's reassurance from her words as a smile pulls wider on his features, and caster's content. he lets out a sigh of relief, a hand raising to his chest as he nods to accept her words. ) That is.. good. Do understand, I was only curious. I'm just a crazy, ol' man! ( a little more than that, but he's unable to give away his identity since it's important to him, and he still plays with the rules of being a hobby servant on the side. there's too much at stake when it comes to a servant's real name, but caster is one of the lucky one's who doesn't have much of a weakness. he's immortal — to an extent — all because avalon has taken care of that.
but he can't leave her question fully unanswered, so with pride: )
I didn't vote for him?
( that doesn't answer anything, nor does it betray his origins. it doesn't place him as someone the other should be wary of or does it? either way, he finds her reactions almost as interesting as everything else about her. while they're answering questions about one another, violet focuses on her way of dress and then back to the color of her cheeks. )
You must be one of his citizens, you truly are protective!
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she may be able to find him and then she may not, he doesn't know how this place works but she doesn't feel like a servant so she couldn't find him by that method. his head tilts to the side, trying to make heads or tails of her response, but her first step towards him makes him shift back. it's not like he doesn't trust her, it really isn't that, but he's better safe than sorry if his jokes had been far too much. )
Ah, yes, Arthur as you call him. Your King, the dutiful Lord of the Round Table! ( although caster speaks with familiarity, he knows that's not the same person, but even that arthur deserves the same respect. but there's reassurance from her words as a smile pulls wider on his features, and caster's content. he lets out a sigh of relief, a hand raising to his chest as he nods to accept her words. ) That is.. good. Do understand, I was only curious. I'm just a crazy, ol' man! ( a little more than that, but he's unable to give away his identity since it's important to him, and he still plays with the rules of being a hobby servant on the side. there's too much at stake when it comes to a servant's real name, but caster is one of the lucky one's who doesn't have much of a weakness. he's immortal — to an extent — all because avalon has taken care of that.
but he can't leave her question fully unanswered, so with pride: )
I didn't vote for him?
( that doesn't answer anything, nor does it betray his origins. it doesn't place him as someone the other should be wary of or does it? either way, he finds her reactions almost as interesting as everything else about her. while they're answering questions about one another, violet focuses on her way of dress and then back to the color of her cheeks. )
You must be one of his citizens, you truly are protective!