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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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Well, if that's how you reward helpful input, it's no wonder your old servant was so meek. [Eye. roll.]

My old servant actually knew how to do his job without speaking out of turn. I seldom had need to reward him as I do you. Be grateful of the special treatment, as it is purely your own.

No, you used him as your weapons target instead. What did Morris do to deserve that, anyway? I never asked.

[Don't lie, Arthur. Merlin knows you like this "reward" when you're particularly irritated.]

[ Arthur starts a little. He hadn't expected to be asked, and it's been years. ]

I don't recall. I think it was something to do with my wine - a ... tunic, perhaps.

[ There was something, but it's mostly that Arthur was just a bully then. Enough so that he doesn't even remember why he sacked him. ]

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