“I am.” Arthur assured with a stern sort of glance, they had haunted the castle on more than one occasion and had taken different faces in their apparitions. None of them were pleasant. “Unnerving to say the least.” He noted, as his brows remained furrowed, only arching as she mentioned there were others; he didn't look fearful, of course – interested if nothing else. “Creatures of magic?” He asked as if it were the sort of thing he did not think absurd, perhaps it might shed a little light on what he was likely to face.
“Leslie Knope.” He repeated politely in greeting, it wasn't a name he'd heard before, and there and she did not offer her title but there was rather a lot he'd never seen before in this place. “Arthur Pendragon-” He offered in return, not shaking her outstretched hand, instead taking it in his own to place a kiss upon the back of it as one does when a lady offers her hand – Arthur assumes she has no notion that he is King, she has not recognised the crest upon his cloak and he does not mean to broadcast that fact too soon lest it should see him watched more closely. Even so he means to show respect to a lady in the fashion he knows, especially if it means she is more inclined to share what she has learned of this place.
He seems almost oddly reassured that he is not the only one that has no memory of it, a little more open to be certain she is a 'captive' like he is and not someone to be wary of, even so she is so warm it seems impossible she were linked to the cruel actions here. “My home is Camelot, all I should need is to find some familiar terrain, and there is some hope.” He prompted her with curiosity. “And where have you been taken from? You say all prisoners here have been abducted too, woken up in this place in the same manner? It seems a strange purpose -- and to encourage communication between us.”