he drinks slowly / like it's holy

"Well, what kinds of colours does your mother usually wear?" Lancelot asked, adopting a thoughtful tone. Merlin saw at least five women between the ages of fourteen and forty leap to the same conclusion and cast jealous, reproachful glances in his direction, as though it were Merlin's fault that his not-actually boyfriend was -- well, his boyfriend. Except not actually.

"He's French," Merlin said loudly, to the nearest and most blatantly disappointed woman. "French."

WHAT'S THAT?

ARE MY CHARACTERS TALKING TO ME AGAIN?

Yes, yes they are.

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