His hand dropped from his chin, slapping the desk lightly. "I grew up there, well...." he paused, "for at least most of my life. Right between Wadsley and Loxley." The rest had been spent crusading and after this second life he was found here. "Most think it's folklore or legend really," he raised a brow. If she was anything other than mortal then he was more than casually giving himself away. If she wasn't, then he'd just earned his mark on her crazy list.
Robert looked at her a little longer this time as if he could figure it out. His fingers stroked his chin again.