The killing aura subsided once more as Saber was aware of another presence, though the impassive mask remained firmly in place. Of course, she could hardly fault anyone who gave the Servant a wide berth; Heroic Spirits could be terrifying creatures under the right circumstances. Or wrong, as the case was with the unhappy King of Knights.

Still, it was rude of her not to at least be polite. Her personal code of both knighthood and her own particular way of the king demanded proper decorum.

"Forgive me. I simply... question whether or not I am capable of consuming this..." she struggled for a word, "... substance."