[Honestly, he considers reversing this grip that Arthur has on him. He can judge, just by the way the man holds him that his grip is solid, but not immovable. As someone who trained with his brothers for most of his life in the not-so-fine-art of wrestling, it wouldn't take more than a few moves to throw the Saber over his shoulder and pin him to the ground.

...Maybe he should actually be listening to whatever it is he has to say, though, instead of considering putting him on his ass. Appearances being kept and all that. Arthur doesn't need to be privy to the things that are going on in his mind.

Therefore, he allows the other to hold him fast until he decided he was finished with his lecture, and when his arm is returned to him, he takes only a moment to rub the area (as if it had left some lasting mark), before placing the hand over his chest.

He closes his eyes, even, and bows his head towards him.]

I'm afraid we got off entirely on the wrong foot, here. It seems, as usual, that I may have gotten a little overexcited by my own thoughts.
It was not my intent to gawk, nor to view you as some 'caged animal'. It is merely not often that I am hit with feelings of nostalgia when looking upon the face of a Westerner, and my curiosity got the better of me.

[He smiles again, the expression... not quite reaching his eyes. But the look seems sincere enough.]

With my apology accepted, then perhaps we can work on having you re-evaluate my view on you.

I assure you, it is far from demeaning. With a name like 'Pendragon'...

Ah, I would go so far as to assume you aren't a man to be disrespected, let alone demeaned, even by someone like me.