"The one you've been fretting about for two months?" Merlin asked.
"I do not fret," Arthur said stiffly.
Merlin nodded.
"Of course, then the one you've been quietly, and manfully, displeased about for the last two months."
There was something about other people taking your clothes off that confused the brain.
"Did I mention I'm having a really bad day?" he said to his reflection.
His reflection looked sympathetic.
"And I'm wearing a dress," he added, just for completeness.
His reflection looked thoroughly disgusted.
"Yes, yes, I know."
He sat there in silence for a moment longer.
"I'm not using magic on myself," he told the mirror.
But Arthur was right, they did talk about him, a lot, in intimate detail.
Most of which he wasn't sure he could ever, ever repeat, and especially not to Arthur.
Women were terrifying.
Последняя меня особенно радует.)