The odd discomfort of the man has Arthur shifting his weight a little backwards once the handshake ends, lifting his chin, briefly sucking thoughtfully on his lower lip as he reanalyzes Mark's obvious distress at his presence, which is perhaps not purely a result of being caught in a somewhat compromising position.

"I see." His tone makes it apparent that he doesn't, and his eyes narrow a little. But he doesn't want to make any assumptions. Each and every knight here has sworn the same vows he has, and likely upheld them for far longer, and he will not disrespect any of them. At least, not until his squiring period is over. But he still asks questions like he's fully entitled to the answer.

"And why's that?"