Arturia arches a brow as Hercules kisses the back of her hand. Her cheek are definitely not pink because of it, though. She's a king, not some easily flustered maiden! As her hand is released, she nods at him.

"I wish I had been wiser, but that is the fate of all kings, I think. To wish that they had been better then they were." She sighs faintly, grip tightening on Excalibur.

"...Excalibur is a sword." She squints at Hercules. "I carry it in my hand, here."