[He laughs a little, too. Despite the initial awkwardness and the strangeness of their circumstances, he can barely remember the last time he felt such lightheartedness. It's so nostalgic.]

Well, when you put it like that, how can I say no?

[If Arthur had his way—if he'd known the reality of the situation before he'd approached—he probably would have kept his distance, suppressing his curiosity in order not to pry. But... Gawain is truly too good to him, accepting even if he has every right not to be. Even if Arthur tells himself that they aren't the same, it's hard not to be fond of this person. He, too, sees this as a blessing.]

Thank you, Sir Gawain. Your regard alone is enough to put me at ease.