"I don't like this."
"What's not to like? The creepy stairs? The way those firepots just lit themselves when you stepped on the first step? The entrance to whatever cave is up there that looks like a toothy mouth about to eat us? Which are stalactites and which are stalagmites again? I can never remember."
"Gwaine?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut the fuck up."
"Sure, Merlin. If you promise to protect me if something jumps out at me."
"At this point I might just push you at it so it goes after you first."
"Now that's not nice."
"Gwaine, stop, and don't move."
This is my submission for the LiveJournal group Camelot Drabble, Prompt 325.