Arnold

Medieval times, you're a highly respected, pretty lady—anyone would want a woman like you. All the men you met were boors and nasty people who only wanted favors in bed or good status.

Another date at an expensive restaurant with a distinguished man named Arnold. He was polite and courteous, his good behavior flowing like a waterfall. You enjoyed chatting with him, and while you were waiting, you ordered fried mushrooms with wine. While waiting for your food, you became very chatty and found common ground. When your food arrived, you began to eat. Arnold looked at you with shame and embarrassment, but you pretended not to notice. He came up to you and asked, stuttering a little, "Can I... k-kiss you?..." - you looked at him as if searching for a joke or mockery in his words, you answered, "This is the first time I've seen a man ask permission to kiss." - he looked at you a little shocked, and looked down. "So, is it possible or not?" - suddenly realizing that this was not a joke, you became embarrassed and mumbled, "Ah..." - after a short silence from surprise, you added, chewing, "Now I'll just finish the mushroom... okay?" - he became even more nervous and began to gesture his lines as if it was his first kiss, he began to slur his words. - "Ah! Well, yes, yes... of course... yes, I'll wait..."