He gives Lady some more ear scritches, grinning as she sings Lancelot's praises. As any good dog should. As much as Merlin loves food, it can wait-- this is more important. This is why he left.
At Lancelot's answer, he straightens up to his full height again. He steps closer, insistent, and shakes his head. "Not from work. From when we were children. Do you want to remember? I can help you to." He reaches a hand up to touch Lancelot's temple, just the tips of his fingers brushing against the skin. Merlin's magic doesn't touch him yet, but it's there, charged in his fingertips, ready for him to command.
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At Lancelot's answer, he straightens up to his full height again. He steps closer, insistent, and shakes his head. "Not from work. From when we were children. Do you want to remember? I can help you to." He reaches a hand up to touch Lancelot's temple, just the tips of his fingers brushing against the skin. Merlin's magic doesn't touch him yet, but it's there, charged in his fingertips, ready for him to command.