[ Arthur watches as Arjuna walks closer to him, quietly appraising the man's bearing. He certainly moves with the physical grace one would expect from someone of noble birth. He's clearly comfortable in his body, like a warrior should be. Proud of it, even. If Arthur is remembering the story right, might he also have the blood of a god in his veins? Similar to Gilgamesh, he thinks. Well, Archers certainly are an interesting bunch...

He is a little caught off guard though when Arjuna doesn't stop until he's very much in Arthur's personal space. The king doesn't back away, but he does tense as the other Servant reaches out to touch his face. On reflex, Arthur's hand comes up fast to snatch Arjuna's wrist. ]

I am afraid I cannot help my face, Arjuna of the Pandava. You, however, can certainly help where you put your hands.