[ Arcade is accustomed to getting strange looks, on occasion, for his - admittedly - odd preference for expressing himself in the most definitively archaic of terms. He can't really help it if he finds language and philosophy so fascinating, though, and the root of so much of both especially. (He also can't help being maybe just a little bit of a compulsive know-it-all show off, once in a while, either.)

So he's not really surprised by the pause, expecting a different sort of question or a confused brush-off (at best). Compliments aren't in the rota of obligatory responses, though, and that does throw him off, surprise coloring his expression as he glances quickly back at Danse. ]

You recognize it?

[ His tone is pleased, and so is the look that replaces that surprise, another brief smile. ]

That's right. The Followers have extensive libraries. Of which I made liberal use, where I could, while I was studying.

[ Though that does beg the question— ]

No offense, but I wouldn't have taken you for the well-read type. [ He does mean no offense, even if there's a hint of humor in it. ] Where did you learn it?