Harmless Flirting
"Ow!"
"Hold still," Merlin rebuked as he continued to dab the young man's head with the rag.
"It stings!" The young man whined, ducking his wounded head every which way so to avoid the medicine.
"I thought you were a knight." Merlin snorted as he caught the head and pressed the rag against it, "Sir Gareth the Brave."
"I didn't choose the silly title and besides I can handle bandits, beasts, even armies, but not an enraged Arthur."
"It's your own fault."
"How was I supposed to know she was Arthur's girl?" Gareth defended himself, "There were no indications..."
"They can't actually shout it to the rooftops you know."
"It's not like I was dragging her by the hair! It was just some harmless flirting..."
"Hardly."
"Well, I never really had much experience in that area. And Sir Bors said girls really like it when..."
"My lord, they don't. They really don't."
"I know that now." Gareth sighed. He then looked up to the manservant, "So, how can I make it make up to them?"
"Well, with Gwen, just say you're sorry. She'll forgive you, after she tells you to think next time."
"And Arthur?" Gareth asked with care.
"I suggest staying away from him for awhile."