When Homura failed to smile back, Arthur held back a sound of surprise. That was normally all it took for the average person or even mage to become friendly towards him. Maybe the man was just resistant to his god-given grace? Definitely a possibility, given all that Arthur knew about the world. He was not the only mage, nor knight for that matter, to serve one of the various gods existing within the multiverse. Or maybe the man just had a magical shield around him that prevented such effects. Arthur couldn't tell, but he didn't pay it any mind. It's not as if he relied on his passive charming to be friendly or likeable, for he could do the same thing with his default personality. Arthur had the substance for charm too. It was definitely strange though, that the man admittedly wasn't being very friendly. Especially when he heard the mage utter something about him needing to shut up. Slayer senses letting him pick up what had been said, Arthur's eyebrows shot up in surprise. The new recruit was feeling rather bold, Arthur had to admire him for that at least. Homura quickly clarified though, that he wasn't mumbling to himself about him, but someone else? Strange, but Arthur was willing to work with that. It wasn't as if he particularly minded being told to shut up, it was rather refreshing actually, but it was nice to see that the man had some form of manners.
After the man explained that he didn't think this job was a good idea, he looked away from where they were supposed to be headed. Homura, in another breath, also explained that he was afraid of losing control somehow and slaughtering all the chickens. While Arthur definitely couldn't relate to the specific aspect of losing control, he understand and had dealt with many people of his mindset. Arthur's mind slowly lingered on his memories with Ce before refocusing on the task at hand. It was starting to make a bit of sense now. Homura was nervous, if Arthur had to guess. From not wanting to lose control and go ham on the chickens. While the paladin had no clue what the man was really dealing with, he had to bet that it if it was difficult enough to cause problems like this, Arthur had been paired up with him for a reason. Given his particular skillset, he was the man to deal with the collateral left by his guildmates. Or maybe this was a test for the newcomer, to see if they were capable of holding themselves together for professional jobs. Either way, Arthur fully intended to help the man. Everybody deserved help regardless of the source of their problems.
"While I am in the mood for some fried chicken, I don't think that would be the best outcome. Here, I'll show you how to herd them. All you need to do is soothe them, that's all. No powers or magic neccesary."
Wanting to lead by example, Arthur walked over to one of the distressed chickens. As it was glancing around nervously, the chicken saw Arthur approaching from a mile away. Fixing its intense bug-eyed stare upon him, Arthur brought his body mass down low before speaking softly to the chicken. While his charm could have helped, the paladin had no clue if it actually extended towards taming animals. He'd soon find out, he guessed.
"Shhh chicken, I'm just going to pick you up, okay? Shhhh, nothing to worry about." Arthur brought his voice down low to a gentle whisper as he slowly crept towards the skittish farm animal. From his enhanced hearing, he could hear the avian's heartbeat slowly slowing. Gradually, it meant that his approach was working. Holding out his arms, showing he meant no harm, Arthur slowly wrapped them around the bird. Instead of freaking out and sending feathers flying, the bird readjusted itself in his hold, allowing itself to be held. Petting its feather coat, Arthur walked over to the coop and delicately laid it back into its pen.
Glancing back over towards his partner, Arthur said.
"See? Nothing too scary, just gotta show them you mean no harm, that's all."
WC: 701 TWC: 2059