He wasn't offended. Just worried. That was the gist of it. And he had no right to be offended about Dean being nervous about something like the trumps.

But what he was doing? It was a mystery, even for Merlin himself. Playing around, seducing? Who knew. It could be both.

Dean was pretty much asking to be tickled properly, though. Because why else would he mention it? That was just absurd if he weren't gunning for it.

Merlin gave a chuckle and glanced up at him, then let his fingers dance against those ticklish sides while rubbing his jaw against Dean's abs.

"I don't know what you're talking about."