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[At first all that can be seen is a gaping mouth, sharp teeth and a great tongue blocking the view as the ~~four-months-older-than-he-is-in-this-pic~~ Sir Frewen grabs hold of Lancelot's bracelet. With a quick firm command of 'no!' he backs away however and the dog can be seen wagging his tail expectantly. Lancelot looks intently at the screen trying to figure out what exactly it is that has been triggered, while the dog moves to pull at his sleeve, barking in an attempt to regain his attention. His hair and shirt are slightly messy and he is short of breath, but despite the confusion and embarrassment his face is still lit up in exhilaration at the game that has been taking place only seconds before.

And then he runs a hand through his hair, trying to straighten it out as he realizes that more likely than not - people can see him now.]

Should anyone hear this - please forgive me this intrusion, I will be sure to be more careful in the future.

[He hesitates for a moment, uncertain whether he should be saying anything else, but if he's appearing before the network anyway as he suspects he is, he might as well introduce himself.]

My name is Lancelot, I am new to Asgard. I would like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has kindly and patiently explained this city to me, and extend an offer to all citizens of the city be them old or new - if there is anything I can assist you with you need only ask. I have been placed in the house of Heimdall but I reside in the district of Thor, and I can also be reached in the Citadel should anyone wish to learn the use of the crossbow.

[With a sharp motion he moves the bracelet just as the dog makes to pounce on it again.]

Again -- I apologize. [And with a small apologetic smile he ends the feed.]

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[That's really enough for him right there. The look of pure bliss on his face should be enough to tell her that she just made his day, possibly his year.]

Well...I cannot say anything about that except that I hope to one day live up to that reputation.

[Now she feels bad, but she's not going to let him know that. He's just too cute.]

I'm sure you'll live up to every bit. Maybe even out-do them.

[Be positive, Kate. Be optimistic.]

I will strive not to disappoint you, my lady.

[He bows his head respectfully towards her.]

I'm sure you won't.

[Yeah she could get used to the whole knightly manners thing. Even if...GAH. Stupid history. Maybe this is a different Lancelot, with a different future ahead of him.]

You do me honor with your faith. Might I have your name?

[He actually is]

Kate. Kate Beckett.

[WELL THAT'S A RELIEF if only Kate knew.]

Kate. [He repeats with a smile and a slight bow - yes, good - a name he can pronounce.]

It is an honor to meet you.

[She can't help but smile back.]

The honor's mine, Sir Lancelot.

[blame arthur okay he told her to say that.]

[And Arthur gets exactly what he wanted - the very mention of the title is enough to fluster him - and to produce a small half pleased half pained smile. He shakes his head.]

I have yet to earn the right to be called that.

Arthur doesn't seem to agree.

Arthur holds to my credit things I did not yet do.

From the way he talks about you, he seems to think your potential alone is enough to warrant the title.

He is very kind.

[And he is overcome with so many feelings at this conversation, at the faith Arthur has in him despite the fact he had lied to him. And the fact that that faith...is also based on a lie, on a feat performed by Merlin that was credited to him to protect the secret of his friend's magic.]

[She doesn't know Arthur well enough to be able to attest to his kindness, but something about Lancelot's reactions and responses have her interested.]

Do you not agree? With Arthur's claims, I mean.

I cannot attest to what I will do in the future, but I have yet to prove myself a worthy knight of Camelot. To myself, if not to Arthur.

[He holds himself to the highest of standards and while he knows he more than earned his place where skills are concerned - he has yet to do so with honor.]

That's quite a code to hold yourself too.

[Admirable, even.]

The knights of Camelot are the most noble order in all of my world, I do not wish to dishonor them.

[She nods.]

I'm sure you won't.

Thank you.

[He's moved by her faith, and has to remind himself she's basing herself on stories that might not be true, or might not speak of him.]

[Not necessarily. Most of this faith is based on this first impression, but she'll have to see how it pans out.

So she's just going to...smile at him. And then find the dog in the video screen, because yes, change of subject.]

What's its name?

[The dog makes himself easy to notice as he jumps and pulls at the sleeve of his shirt. He looks aside at him for a moment and smiles as he pets the top of his head absentmindedly and looks back at the screen.]

Sir Frewen.

He's quite a handsome dog.

[she's a dog person can you tell?]

He truly is.

[And he's making another move at the bracelet so the view shifts as he moves it out of his reach.]

He's quite friendly if you would ever like to meet him.

[And no, that is actually not a line.]

[Wow smooth there, Lancelot.]

That would actually...yeah. Yeah I'd like that.

[With the amount of people living in this house, men and women alike, it doesn't seem inappropriate to invite her for a visit. That his innocent offer could be taken as anything but what he meant it as never crosses his mind.]

You are quite welcome to visit when you like.

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