[Arthur does show his appreciation, with small, but gracious nod. After all he might have just as easily offered his name only.] Titles mean little to most here. [He speaks with an even tone, he does not hold malice when worlds, lands and their people are so very different.]

Yes. I find so too. [Arthur agrees thoughtfully, a small nod following.] Still a welcome sight amongst the corridors and oddly lit rooms of this place. All that is considered modern now. [It's cold, largely unyielding. None of the familiar warmth of the Castle walls with roaring fires.]

Lady Éowyn, may I invite you to make use of your sword in a sparring match? [His invitation is most certainly of a friendly tone, as once again he gestures to the weapon fastened to her belt. After all, he wishes to forget his troubles, and she has made clear she came here to take advantage of the open space. Also, whilst he appreciates the gesture of respect from her, it might ease matters.]