"Arthur, that was just... it took you three hours to rescue us. I kept her company. She was just thanking me because we'd gotten to know each other a bit. You were her real hero, I'm sure."
"Merlin, she asked her father for permission to court you."
"He said no."
"He said no because you're a servant, Merlin. He told my father he'd agree to the match if your circumstances changed. He wanted Uther to knight you."
"Yeah," said Merlin, ironically, "like that was going to happen. What took you so long, anyway?"
"Well, I could hardly swim down there in armour, could I? And with you gone, I didn't..."
"You took three hours to rescue us because you didn't know how to undress yourself," stated Merlin matter-of-factly trying to keep a straight face. And then he let his facade slip and started laughing.
"It's not a bit funny, Merlin!"
"No, it's a lot funny. Anyway, that was a week ago. So what if some Princess didn't appreciate your extraordinary good looks and heroism."
"Because if that wasn't bad enough, there was Saturday."
"Saturday?"
"Yes, Merlin, Saturday.