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[busy]

arthur. anything that you find in exotic bird feed is not a proper supper.

[scornfully]

It is when "proper supper" has a habit of sticking itself to your hips.

[busy]

so where's the problem? i love those hips. they're the real "love handles".

[scornfully]

Oh, my hips know all about your love for them. You see, the bruises like to gossip.

[busy]

i could always nibble on them instead.

[scornfully]

As if you don't just do as you please, regardless.

[busy]

i do the things that i know you like.

[scornfully]

And that you like too, I hope?

[busy]

you know me, i like everything. as long as it's with you.

[scornfully]

Well, yes. But what I mean to say is that if there are. Things. That you like, and you're not certain I'll like them. You're welcome to try them.

[busy]

you're up for a little experimenting, is that what you're saying?

[scornfully]

Yes. I've been giving it some thought, and I think I'd like to. With you.

[busy]

that would be great. just if you wanted to do. there's something to be said for the classics too.

[scornfully]

The classics? Really, Merlin?

[busy]

well you're the one who likes dusty old books, what positions do they talk about in them?

[scornfully]

It's not a collection of ancient erotica, you great pillock.

[busy]

is there any collections of ancient erotica? i think i've got the legs for a toga.

[scornfully]

There'll be collections all over the world - both privately and publicly owned. And if you get a toga, I'm getting a gold laurel wreath.

[busy]

gold really suits you. and i'll get one of those helmets with wings.

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[scornfully]

Helmets aren't attractive, Merlin. Get a purple sash. You can be an emperor.

[busy]

i do look good in purple. someone once told me that it's my 'sex colour'.

[scornfully]

As in, you turn purple during sex?

[scornfully]

And I'll be a god, obviously.

[busy]

the one with the thunderbolt?

[scornfully]

Jupiter? No. Mars, perhaps.