I'm named for one of the knights of the round table, a man of Authurian legend. A knight was a product of war, but he wasn't to be warlike. He was to give service without expectation. And in love, he proves himself to the woman, through acts of sacrifice and nobility without expectation of illicit fornication as a result. Only the confidence that she knows she holds his love, and she is deserving of that love.

Strange then... I believe that she [he] knows and I have proven my adoration. I have succeeded in my knightly duty and defended my Camelot. I've even seen the fall of my King. Yet sometimes I fear I would embrace the chance to be unscrupulous. I am too cowardly to abandon my principles and pursue what I wish for.

It does help to know I'm not alone in this.