I have decided that I'm washing my hands of the whole Helping-Arthur-With-Women thing.
The man clearly hasn't a clue what he's doing, and I've given up trying to help him. Need I mention the dagger he thought would be an excellent birthday present for Morgana? Even if she hadn't been evil, it still wasn't exactly a girly gift.
And as for Gwen, well, quite apart from the fact that it's taken years for the idiot to propose to her, Arthur decides that a tourney is the perfect betrothal gift.
Muscles, swords, and sweat.
Everywhere.
Though actually, Gwen looks quite happy...