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[besotted]

Stop it.

Whatever it is you're doing, or planning on doing, I demand you stop at once and return me home. You must know who I am, and by association my father. But I don't think you know just what he - or, aha, my love -.... Oh, yes, I don't think you know just what they might do to you if they found out you were manhandling me in such a crude manner -

[ something inaudible goes here; something that sounds a great deal like mwah wah wah wah wah wah ]

...munhandling? That isn't even a word -!

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[king]

Who? I mean, yes.

[besotted]

You're joking, right?

- oh, yes. You must be joking. Well, it was very funny, you almost got me.

[king]

No, I've never been more serious in my life. That brief... rendezvous with you was, er, an attempt to suppress my true nature. For the good of Camelot. Didn't work. Men only from now on, I'm afraid. Perhaps you ought to track down your previous love? Give him another go, eh?

[besotted]

[ Gosh he's funny. Handsome and funny. But the talking needs to stop - can't we just kiss now? ]

Oh, of course it didn't work. I understand completely.

[ But the rather obvious wink, and conspiratorial whisper of - ] That's so clever, Arthur; a perfect ploy to keep others at bay. Who knows who might attempt to sabotage our eventual engagement - this is a perfect way to disgorge any other high born ladies. I'll get to have you all to myself~ [ - seems to hint that, no, she doesn't. ]

[king]

I'm afraid you're wrong.

[ Well, it is a ploy, but not to discourage other high born ladies. ]

I'm very sorry if I've hurt you, my lady.

[besotted]

[ Let her live in fantasy land. They all do, even if some of them don't notice. ]

Wrong. Of course. Hurt - dreadfully so. [ The giggles... Man, the giggles. ] Is this some new form of courtship? I've never even read about it before.