It had been one hell of a day. Arthur had been leading his men to a nearby town in search of a book that supposedly held a cure for the illness plaguing Camelot for the past fortnight, When they were attacked... by a troll. A bloody troll! Not only that, but the great boorish creature had managed to incapacitate most of his seasoned knights and nearly bashed his head in. Arthur who had the best knights in camelot at his side, and was renowned himself for his deadly swordsmanship, had to be saved by his clumsy servant! It was almost too much to take. Especially when the boy's (quite beautiful) blue eyes turned an astounding gold and seemingly out of nowhere, a tree fell on the giant oaf. His sweet, clumsy, loyal young servant was a sorceror. What were the odds? And why hadn't he told him before? Never mind...silly question. Merlin's eyes darted around, and he had a blush on his face, but thankfully said nothing about the embarrassing encounter. He simply helped Arthur to see to the other knights and they proceeded to the small town of Altea.

So here he was, in the pub below the inn that was housing them for the night. Merlin had just been chatting and laughing with the middle aged barmaid before returning to Arthur's side, asking very sincerely, if he needed anything, but he simply sent him off to bed.
After another fifteen minutes of staring in to his pint, he looked up at the kindly barmaid and asked her what was on her mind, as she had been looking at him oddly since Merlin had left.

"Forgive me Sire, but I think you might rather not know." He gave a tired sigh.

"Go on Madame, I highly doubt anything you have to say could surprise me after the day I've had." The lady gave a slightly ominous smirk.

"Well Sire, I was merely thinking that if men could procreate, yourself and the young Merlin would have very beautiful babies," and she went back to wiping down the next table while Arthur spit out his mouthful of ale quite comically. The barmaid tsk'd at the mess but couldn't help a small triumphant smile as Arthur stared at her, wide eyed, only managing to mutter a soft,
"Touche."