At least he has the good sense to be slightly embarrassed about it; certainly Integra doesn't seek out to shame anyone, but it would be another ball game entirely if he didn't give a damn.

There's a strange moment where, utterly pointlessly, she nearly says aloud 'My father's name was Arthur', because her father was named after King Arthur; her grandfather thought he was very clever, naming one son Arthur and the other Richard, like it might help at all and make them less psychotic than Abraham. She's pleased, in that quiet panic sort of way, that it never makes it into a voiced remark. Someday she'll point it out - that she's a knight of the Round Table, that she's the only one of modernity that wields swords and fights for her country from anywhere besides behind a desk, that she often feels she's holding up the standards of an entire order of legend by willpower alone, that sometimes she hates Arthur because he never rose again when England needed him the most.

"This may qualify, even in context," she admits, with no pause or hint at what strange things simmer in her mind. "I hope that it serves you well."