God forbid. What have you been telling this wench? She seems quite insistent that I'm a tyrant and you're a forlorn waif who shouldn't be forced into such abominable slavery.
Oh, I don't know, maybe all the stuff I told you the first time? That I was trying to cheer her up? That I didn't want you to get the wrong idea? That sort of thing?
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I just can't let anyone else be your servant, even for a week. Then you might realize what a half-assed job I really do.
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I believe it might have something to do with my ears. They seem to be a very popular feature where she's from.
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. . . You know, Merlin, if you're pursuing romance, you don't have to hide it from me. Even if the lady in question is a bit of a harridan.
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She is just a friend. And I would not try to hide it from you. I'd just tell you to mind your own damn business.
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Nothing ended with Morgana because there was nothing there to begin with!
And before you say that I'm still in denial, I assure that I am not nor was I ever in denial! [He denies that there ever was a denial!]
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And you got that I had feelings for her out of that?
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Actually, never mind, I don't want to know.
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[Wait for it...]
When you wake me from a sound sleep because you think there's a rat in your chambers.
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Ha ha ha.
[ well that's all right then. ]