[He folds his arms too, tight and defensive across his chest, eyes ever so slightly narrowed as he listens to her talk and she even sounds like him.

His lips twitch briefly into a fleeting expression of displeasure that's gone as quickly as it arrived, then he lets his hands drop and offers one to her.]

Easier than I thought it would be. It would appear that you share his reasoning as well as some other.. traits.

[Annoying traits, but ones he's come to love and can't really fault in her.]

I can assure you that I am England, though I more commonly go by Arthur here. It saves the explanations. There are only so many times I will tolerate repeating myself.