[ Kill him? Such confidence that he could. That is certainly an interes-- well, yes, a troublesome way to declare a truce. Arthur narrows those eyes that the Archer is so closely examining, not yet releasing the wrist caught in his fingers. Instead, he tilts his head to one side and replies with no small amount of disapproval in his voice: ]

I am not an animal in a cage for you to gawk at and you would do well to mind your manners around your fellow Servants if you are going to be so quick to consider us your allies. I would prefer no altercations, but I will not permit you to treat anyone in such a demeaning manner.

[ Then he finally lets go of Arjuna's wrist and in a show of good faith, dematerializes his armor, but he crosses his arms over his chest, unable to completely leave his annoyance out of his body language and seeing no real reason to anyway. It's best to let Arjuna know here and now what he won't tolerate. They both need to learn the limits of each other's patience, after all, and Arthur has had quite enough of people being fascinated with him to last him two afterlives. Whatever this fleeting obsession with his looks the other Servant has had best be just that: fleeting. ]

I accept your apology.

[ For whatever it's worth. ]