Arthur and Gwen's lingering, thinly veiled glances were really beginning to get irritating.
Merlin could glare at Morgana whenever she showed up unexpectedly, or think of Freya's gazes to make him smile.
The other knights had settled down; he saw Percival shooting Elyan looks that screamed 'She'll kill me if I'm late!' when meetings ran on.
Even Lancelot had someone to gawk at. She was too busy ogling Arthur to notice, but at least it kept him occupied.
Gwaine stared glumly at himself staring back from the glass. "Come on, mate. Let's go to the tavern, just you and me…"