[ Merlin, compared to Arthur, is having the time of his life. He's enjoying seeing all the fae out and in front of him in ways that were impossible in Camelot and he's enjoying the revelry of the feasts. At home, in Camelot, he could never join in but here? He's invited, requested, and it's impossible for him to resist his urge to laugh and show his joy.
At least it was. When he sees Arthur, and his sour expression, he walks over and leans close, lifting an eyebrow. ]
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At least it was. When he sees Arthur, and his sour expression, he walks over and leans close, lifting an eyebrow. ]
It looks harmless to me.