"Merlin, what are you doing?"
"What we were already doing. It'll be good, believe me, just move a little bit closer!"
"Like this?"
"Almost. Just a little bit more, so I can…"
"I think it won't fit in."
"It has to."
"You sure?"
"Arthur!"
"All right, I know, I know. I'm not an expert, I should keep quiet, you have way more experience."
"Not that much, but if you finally shut up, and let me focus, you'll have some as well."
"You promise it won't hurt?"
"It will, but just a little bit. Don't worry, we'll be careful."
"There is a way to do this carefully?"
"Of course. Much slower than you usually do it, so it won't be that uncomfortable."
"Slower?"
"Arthur, I had years of watching you swallowing wine at the dances, you don't stop even to take a breath."
"I think this wasn't the matching example."
"Did you just blush, Sire? Don't worry, I don't think you're a drunkard."
"…"
"!"
"Is it already inside?"
"You would know."
"I'm aware of that."
"Don't be a chicken!"
"Merlin, I didn't let you to talk to me like that…"
"Yes, Sire! I'm sorry, Sire! It's already in, Sire! Open your mouth, Sire! Just like that. And now, swallow it down but really carefully!"
"This tastes disgusting!"
"Look, I drink some of it as well!"
"Didn't make it any better."
"It's going to be fun, just let it work!"
"If you say so!"
Some minutes later two, pretty silver-headed old men were standing next to each other. Their beard jerked as they grinned at the other, and - as Merlin suggested - using the anonymousity given by the potion, they started to go, and keep Camelot in terror with their childish pranks.
