Arthur Pendragon was so formal, and so brave. She didn't know if he was, of course he just looked it and Leslie didn't think anyone could look brave. But he definitely had the hero vibe. The sword, armor, and cape probably had something to do with it; but more than that was the look in his eyes. So intense, and without fear. So unlike Leslie's, at least the fear part, because anyone that knew Leslie knew that she was intense.
"That's an interesting name, Arthur Pendragon. Very regal sounding," she said to him while remaining completely unaware of his title of King. Though that held little bearing in a place like Marrowood. No one cared about titles here. Everyone was the same, victims of some force that decided to pluck them from their world and plant them in this one. She did blush, though, when he pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. A bright smile crossed her face, eyes sparkling, and she let out a nervous giggle.
"There are a lot of things here that are weird," she said to him in between her laughs. She cleared her throat to regain her composure. "But yeah, magic probably explains a lot of. I mean, one time we had demons falling out of portals in the sky. And there were only a handful of us that could close it because we were chosen or something weird." Leslie rolled her eyes, and sighed. "We closed them eventually, but we had to fight through demons. I can tell you right now I am not a fighter. I can handle a shotgun while hunting, but fighting? I'm not so great."
"Camelot," Leslie asked incredulously. "You mean like, King Arthur's Camelot with knights and stuff," she continued with a bit of a chuckle. "I mean, that's all a legend, right? I mean, you're real, but like Camelot and all that stuff..." she trailed off as the possibility of it being real came to the front of her mind.