Curiosity was an odd thing.

It could lead you down the most meandering of paths that led to wildly unusual outcomes and make you do quite bewildering (and sometimes ridiculous) things, and for what? The chase of an elusive answer, the harkening of an unmistakable glint of mystery lingering just on the outskirts of imagination?

Oh, but what an odd, tricky thing curiosity could really be. Playing with giving answers before snatching them away again and hiding them just a little out of reach. Yes, curiosity truly could be a devious mistress, and, sometimes, curiosity even had a sense of ironic humor.

Merlin, quite by nature, was a creature of curiosity. And so curiosity was why Merlin now sat peering up at a glaring Gaius who towered over him ready to give a rather lengthy tongue-lashing all the while wagging a wrinkled finger at his unfortunate victim.

"Now Merlin what have I told you about magic!"

Merlin was surprised by how fascinating he found that finger to be.

"You are not to use magic irresponsibly young man!"

Back-and-forth, back-and-forth.

"You know magic is strictly forbidden, what if you were caught in this state!"

Now if only he could just- there!

Merlin pounced at the finger catching it between his paws.

"Merlin!" Gaius pried the Merlin-kitten off his finger with a shake and dropped him on the floor. "Merlin, I don't think you're taking this seriously!"

Merlin blinked up at him thinking about how great it would be to take a nap in that sunny patch by the corner before flicking his tail at Gaius who fumed throwing his hands in the air exasperatedly.

Curiosity killed the cat, or in Merlin's case, caused it.