"My scarf," Merlin questioned. "What's wrong with my scarf, Gwen?" His hand rose protectively to shield his precious from Gwen's questioning brown eyes.
"Merlin, do you ever launder your scarf… You sleep it in it…. It's almost as bad as that chainmail."
"I'm ready for battle in my chainmail, Guinevere!"
"Stop letting anyone into the castle! You could wear regular clothing. Uther didn't wear a chainmail, every day."
Arthur's brows knitted together. "I need to dress, Guinevere. Could you…"
Gwen's lips curved into a smirk. "That's another thing why do you get dressed with Merlin in the room?"
"Yes, Arthur… I could do without it, too."