"Why?" Mark echoes, once again quite obviously buying himself a moment of time. He looks the other man up and down, gesturing towards him. "Well, I mean... King Arthur. Who wouldn't, right?" Laughter follows, which sounds increasingly nervous, as he seems to realize this is entirely the wrong tack to take. The chuckles die out pathetically and his eyes scrape the floor again.

"I mean... I guess I just wanted to know what you were ... actually like. The whole ... man not the myth... thing." He looks back up, scratching the back of his head. "It was just an idle comment, I have no clue why Wynn ... took it seriously." He starts backing up slightly as he talks, and then points to the door with a hand in a sort of defeated way. "And I'm ... sorry for wasting your time."