Arthur smiled. The idea of doing some good for a change was almost intoxicating. He would be glad to be there for his men. It was true that some of these boys hard a lot to deal with after their life as soldiers. Honestly, some were scarred by their first battle. The sad thing is its just like building scar tissue after that. Arthur frowned. Some old warrior hearts must be made of solid gristle. He nodded, reaching his decision.<br/><br/>"Your Highness, I'd love to be a part of that. Helping my hen may be therapy for me, too." He raised his glass to her. "Please, count me in."<br/><br/>Arthur continues to discuss the possibilities of the charity work they could run together. The baron's son looked up as a server passed him. The server apologized profusely and asked to take his empty glass. It was then that Arthur realized his glass was empty. He placed it on the server's tray but declined another glass. He noticed that most of the glasses on it were empty. That was weird. Then again, it suddenly dawned on him that it was rather quiet. He looked around. Oh, geez. The party was pretty much over. There were only about half a dozen parties still here, mostly sitting at tables talking. The floor was clear, save himself and the Princess, and the band had even left already. He laughed.<br/><br/>"Well, it seems we are left holding up the cleaning crew, Highness."