Arthur listens to her as she talked. He knew all this yet he respectfully listened to her talk. He lets himself become only slightly solid. He was nearly transparent now. He was clearly saving his spectral energy. He tilts his head to the side. "Yeah. Well. Wrong. We have just as much right to be on this plain of existance as any of the living. More so." he says. Crossing his arms over his chest in slight aggrivation. He looks around and then back at her.<br/><br/>"There is only stupidity then among the living. When I was alive we respected the ancestors and spirits that lived her long before us." he forms back solidly. Tilting his head to the side and for a amoment the bloody spiritual stain from his lower abdomin down was visable. The way he'd slowly bleed to death. He'd not even been given a quick death and it was quite obvious that he had bleed a lot before he died.<br/><br/>The only true place of ghostly blood was the abdomin. Though it then vanished into the white wisps that were surrounding his entire being. He looks at her. "Why you have tears beginning to rim your eyes? I haven't done anything to you." he says. Thinking maybe it was something he had done or said. Then shrugs it off mentally. He didn't care. He reminded himself. She was one of the living. One of...them.<br/><br/>He blinks and looks at her. "Yes. MIne. My castle. My people. No. Not kin. Friends and people." he says honestly. He walks closer. His nearly solid hand lays upon her cheek. "Your so warm." he murmers. And subconsciously strokes the skin of her cheek before letting his hand fall to his side. He hears a loud roaring rumble of thunder. "You need to stay here for the night...sounds like a bad one." he says.<br/><br/>Trying to make it sound reluctant. Which though it was...he was intrigued by this woman. "What is your name?" he asks simply.