With a cold and somewhat Ruthless face looking at his Master with his Gray Blue eyes as cold as ice while his silver hair waves slightly... finally Berserker Says...

"...So, you have summoned me. Berserker, Morgan. I am the queen of Faerie Britain, who still curses Proper Human History. If that is not an issue, then I will lend you my power as a Servant. The fact remains that I am a queen. I expect you to serve as my subject. Or would you prefer that I treat you as a husband?... or wife?"