Arthur watches the strange reaction go over her features. She was an odd one. In a strange attractive---He halted that line of thought. She might have looks but she was still dangerous. Among the living. Yet people thought the living could be sly and dangerous...death only makes you better at it. Yet she was confusing him nonetheless.<br/><br/>He looks at her. And studies her outfit. "Strange garbs...gypsy?" he mutters to himself. He hadn't ever seen the clothing of modern day. So he just summed it up to gypsy made perhaps. He looks at her. Watching her fall. He blinks. That was totally out of character for him. Yet...how hee knew that it was he hadn't the faintest of ideas. He looks at her. She wore such a strange outfit.<br/><br/>He walks closer still. Footsteps though a bit over halfway solid were silent as death. He stops a good four feet away from her. She stayed  where she was and so did he. For the moment. An internal war between propriety and protecting his ghostly "people" warred with one another. Neither side winning.<br/><br/>He looks at the reader. It started picking up murmerings and ghostly wails of the other ghosts. Some ancient, some old, others new. All were trying to aid their Ghost Prince in chasing the intruder away. "Quiet my people. Still your chills. Silence your wails Stop the flickerings and bickerings." for a moment a smile much like the painting on the floor on agaisnt the wall near her...crossed his lips. Then it was gone mere moments later.<br/><br/>He looks at her. Closing the distance a bit more. "We do not want intruders. We tried that. Then those exorcists were called. Ghost hunters. And ironically some group of ghost people called GhostBusters(haha had to throw that in there for an attempt at humor), all trying to rid this place...MY home...of US!" he says. His anger towards that strong. It had an icy wind rush past between her and him.<br/><br/>Yet again he forces himself to calm himself down. "You are still not wanted her woman of the living." he says. Looking at her. "You can stay the night. Try anything...I will personally make your life a living hell." he says. Then relaxes. "I wish to know more about these strange objects and garbs that you are wearing. I have never seen this sort of clothing before. Expecially not higher than ankle level." he says.<br/><br/>This thought perplexing him. His royal edicate seemingly "slapped" him in the face. He bows a bit. "Forgive me. I caused your fall down. Now allow me to assist you in your rising up." he says. Standing straight and hold out his hand. It would be so icy touching ice in the north pole would feel a bit warmer. Yet very...solid. In an extremely ghostly sort of way. She'd only know this if she took the offered hand.