Well, this was certainly an interesting situation. The gentle monk had turned apologetic, even more docile, and insisted that he had struck an offense to her. She thought briefly on the situation, questioning what might urge such behavior out of him. Was it, perhaps, simply his being set in his traditions? After all, someone of her status was quite important- the landed nobility holding much sway and practically inventing knights in times of old. Perhaps her status was even more important now, when feudalism was squashed and centralized governance ruled the world. To top it off, she was the Latin empress! As much as she might be forced to recognize Constantinople as the superior court, the Catholics of the world would always look to her as the true heir to Rome. Fair enough- it was her palace in the city after all!
"All is forgiven, do not fret." She said at last, giving a gentle, almost motherly smile. It was, after all, the way the Pope worked- being the holy father. Would her imitation of that for this monk, then, be suitable? No time to consider, the situation demanded to be progressed. "You have committed no true slight against fair Roma, but if you wish to lend your noble service, know that we will always welcome the knights of God and their holy brothers in this land. The Occident must be in service to her people as her people are in service to her."