If Gilgamesh thought waiting on Artoria was eternity, Artoria saw the King of Heroes constantly. Actually, it was like he was always there, right in the corner of her eye, just barely out of sight. It was like he refused to disappear. She wondered why that was the case, but also had no one to ask. She wondered gently if she should have murdered him, but also thought it wouldn't have been the right thing to do. The King of Heroes was just the sort of person, who elicited nothing but contradictions from Artoria.
So, what would she get from finally approaching the King of Heroes directly? Well to be told that indulgences were her choice as this reception was for her. That was interesting to know, but still he held out a hand to her. She looked at it for several seconds longer than she should have. She knew what it would mean to take such a hand, and had no intention of ending up so close to him. She exhaled and shook her head gently from left to right. "I have no intention of closing the distance between us," she clarified. "Those words of yours make sense, but I am not so curious as to place myself back within arms reach of you. I would keep my dignity, King of Heroes," she said. "I seek nothing truly. I do not like feeling things I do not understand. I am far too used to not feeling anything, to seek that which has caused me nothing but confusion," she explained of herself ever so carefully. Still she couldn't help the reddening of her own face when she considered her own feelings in this moment. She had not forgotten, if anything she was acutely aware of the effect that the King of Heroes had on her person. And even if it was a simple matter of biology, she definitely could not allow him to have that sort of control over her. "As for my mortal soul, I am quite certain if I do not have it now, I do not necessarily need it. I can leave it in your care... I am sure it will return to me." Artoria's words left her mouth and she wondered if this counted as flirting. She had no intention of flirting with the King of Heroes, and she had every intention of keeping her distance, but this was mostly because she couldn't trust herself within his hands in front of people. The words of Lancelot made her consider that she had no idea what sentences put the wrong ideas into the minds of men. She was quite sure she would seem bewitched if she spent too much time in direct contact with him. No, it was best to keep him at arms length and out of her mind directly. But, she couldn't help but steal a wayward glance or two in his direction as she thought over his previous actions. She was told by the Queen of Queens she didn't need to understand this man's obsession. She was told by her elder sister she could take her time. She didn't know how much she would need but she was quite certain his persistence was just as curiosity inspiring as his choice to search her for such things.