Lancelot smiles, lifts her hand to his mouth and kisses her knuckles. "Sweet, thou'rt so important to me, and I love thee so well. I promise that I ever shall be."

It's his turn to pause thoughtfully. Then, with only a little hesitation, he says, "Forgive me but-- I do not think this to be a test, but is there something else thou wast expecting to hear?"