Room 303, Tuesday Morning

[bitchprince]

Finding his manservant locked in the cupboard and screaming yesterday had not been Arthur's idea of a good time. He wanted some answers, and he'd let Merlin out the window for the time being to get them.

He sat down on his bed, and eyed his roommate's side of the room.

If this whole thing was what he feared it was, he and Leto were going to have to talk about boundaries.

[[ for the roomie, but anyone else is free to come in afterwards! door is closed ]]

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[bitchprince]

"Her instincts are good, but she's got the technique of a drunk beaver," he said, eloquently.

[future_sandworm]

"Have you met many... drunk beavers?" Leto had to ask.

[bitchprince]

"Figure of speech, Leto."

Had Leto been Merlin, he would've mentioned something about how some of his knights were useless enough to qualify.

[future_sandworm]

"The figure amused me," Leto replied cheerfully. "And I already know about her instincts."

[bitchprince]

"I might be setting up that reserve after all," Arthur said, easily sliding the subject towards where he wanted it to be. "Reno's offered his assistance."

[future_sandworm]

This caught Leto's interest. "Reno? He should be useful."

[bitchprince]

"He's a good-" Sorcerer. "Man," Arthur finished. "I'll take it up with Lady Zoe shortly, see if she takes a liking to the idea."

[future_sandworm]

"As I said before, I will help you if you want assistance." Leto had noted the hesitation in Arthur's comment about Reno, and wondered what he had against the man. Nothing too serious at least, it seemed.