"Yes Sir, what can I get you?"

"I'm here on behalf of my manservant who is... Merlin!" Arthur yelped as he turned to see Merlin extracting himself from a questionable person's grip.

The barman smiled, not bothering to look up.

"I'm sure we can find something for him. How pretty is he?"

Arthur's voice rose in stress. "How pretty?! Merlin!"


"Yes, Merlin!"

Several paces later...

"Merlin, the knight are never to know of this!"

"I don't know! I'm inclined to think Gwaine might be right at home there!"

"Shut up Merlin!"

"Yes, Sire."