“I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t want to,” Summer says softly. She sits down as told, watching his face with a slightly sad expression on hers. “I very much want to, Mordred. Will you — will you tell me about yourself? I only know your name.”
That was probably the hardest question she had chosen to ask; how could he tells someone about himself when he barely knew? “Well,” he begins, lacing his fingers together in front of him. “I’m a knight, just in case you didn’t know,” he adds with a small smile. “But other than that there is really nothing.”
“Were you born here? Do you have any family? Why did you choose to become a knight? How long have you been a knight?” Summer rattles off a few questions, laughing a little, then blushes slightly and looks down. “I’m sorry. I love to learn about people. I’ll — you can ask me anything, now.”