"Spell?" Francis leaned over Arthur's shoulder to get a look at the page he read, though it all looked like rubbish to him. "Is that why I'm here? But...I'm not what you wanted?" This confused him greatly. He felt so sure in his gut that they were perfect. They were made perfect for each other. Oh, made. That was why he didn't seem to know anything outside of this room. "Mon Cher, you are everything I wanted though."