Arthur watches her intake her breath. Strange...he couldn't recall the last time he had done that. He looks at her blushing. Helping her up was easy.....ish. He look at her. "I didn't think it was. I merely commented on I have never seen a...skirt that short before." he looks at her. "It could be considered modestyless...but that is if you follow the normal rules of what can and can't be worn." he shrugs. "I tended to forget that rule." he says. A faint sparkle showing in his ghostly colored eyes.<br/><br/>He looks at her. "What is it like outside? Is my land still beautiful? Do flowers still bloom?" he asks a bunch of questions so fast they all blurred together. "Oh. I see." he says softly. His expression spoke volumes. It said -I don't see but I do not see any point in argueing the point over her choice of attire.- Then the mask shot back up right as he thinks. [i]She is beautiful. I wish I could be truly solid. Not just a solid ghostly apperation.<br/><br/>He looks at her. And then glares. "Why do you living care about my castle? It doesn't matter if we spirits are dead or alive...we were ALL here long before ANY of you were born." he says. His tone icy as he pulled away and backed up a bit. And stares at her. "How are you doing this???" he demands. Not explaining WHAT he was demanding how she was doing it.