Moll blinked at that. Okay, so King Arthur just kissed her hand. Yes. This is very nearly par to being floated off a roof with the Force. She withdraws her hand, smiling with genuine amusement and a touch of appreciation.

"Thank you. You know, I've heard of a King Arthur, but you're probably not the same one, and that probably involves all sorts of awkward conversation. All the same, should I call you Your Majesty?"

She won't, but - it's a test. And making fun of previous awkwardness is a game and she invites him to join in it.