"Aah," Merlin listens with curiosity as she explains her craft. It seems a bit arbitrary to him but that's always the case when you trust in another entity to do your bidding. He's worked enough with demons to know how that goes.
"I usually just trust in my own ability to make things happen," he says with a mild shrug. "I don't like controlling others." Good thing he landed such an outstanding profession as the king, then, eh?
"Oh, honey," Merlin says with a mild laughter and turns one of his fingers into a dagger. "It's real alright." It's how his kind fights often enough. They've forgotten these skills in Amber for some reason. It seems strange to him but who is he to judge.
Just to prove the dagger is real and completely capable, he tears a hole in his overalls with it.
That makes her laugh. That makes the ghosts laugh, as well, the six of them sharing a joke Merlin isn't in on, and she has no intention of expanding on. There's some things you don't share with a stranger... such as the fact that she couldn't command the others to do what she wanted, even if she tried. That they agree to listen to her is their own choosing. And an obscene amount of bribery. Horace humping Liv's leg is just one of the sacrifices she's had to make. "You're adorable, pet."
He shifts so easily and she's left considering the hole in his onesie. Most people can't do the things he does. "It took Emberine a long time to manipulate her form." Yet here he is, doing it without blinking. "Do you..." She glances pointedly down at his crotch, brows lifting.
"Well, thank you," Merlin says easily. He has a feeling he didn't quite get the joke but whatever. It's not like he has to get every one of them.
He shrugs and returns his body parts back to normal. Her question is pretty direct and for a moment he's left chuckling. Not because of the question but the fact that she doesn't even blush asking it. He rather likes her.
So much for trying to keep things mature. But how, exactly, is she expected to pass up on questions about dick sizes when he's flaunting some shapeshifting ability? Like, was he born with a tiny little thing? Does he change its size based on who he's going to fuck and their preferences?
How big does she want it... She's charmed in a way only Velia can be, talking about dicks. "I'd rather you know how to use it, darling."
Which is so very true. The absolute worst was fucking someone who didn't know how to use their sexy bits. Virgins were cute, but her patience for them was short-fused and she tended to lose interest. Which means... hurt feelings. Wah wah'ing. So ridiculous.
"They'll line up here for you. I might almost be jealous at the thought. I like you enough that I don't want to share."
"That, unfortunately, you'll have to find out in action," Merlin said, mockingly apologetically.
The mere idea of people lining up to have sex with him was a little absurd, though. He had a healthy appetite, for sure, but that was a little too much.
"I see," he said carefully and gave her a curious look. "Is it common here to have that sort of reaction?"
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"I usually just trust in my own ability to make things happen," he says with a mild shrug. "I don't like controlling others." Good thing he landed such an outstanding profession as the king, then, eh?
"Oh, honey," Merlin says with a mild laughter and turns one of his fingers into a dagger. "It's real alright." It's how his kind fights often enough. They've forgotten these skills in Amber for some reason. It seems strange to him but who is he to judge.
Just to prove the dagger is real and completely capable, he tears a hole in his overalls with it.
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He shifts so easily and she's left considering the hole in his onesie. Most people can't do the things he does. "It took Emberine a long time to manipulate her form." Yet here he is, doing it without blinking. "Do you..." She glances pointedly down at his crotch, brows lifting.
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He shrugs and returns his body parts back to normal. Her question is pretty direct and for a moment he's left chuckling. Not because of the question but the fact that she doesn't even blush asking it. He rather likes her.
"Yeah," he winks at her. "Of course"
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So much for trying to keep things mature. But how, exactly, is she expected to pass up on questions about dick sizes when he's flaunting some shapeshifting ability? Like, was he born with a tiny little thing? Does he change its size based on who he's going to fuck and their preferences?
"Do people think you're like some sexual god?"
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The second question made him snort out a laughter, however.
"I do hope not, it's definitely not the kind of fame I've tried to reach for."
Not that he had tried to reach for any kind of fame. It just happened to him, unfortunately.
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Which is so very true. The absolute worst was fucking someone who didn't know how to use their sexy bits. Virgins were cute, but her patience for them was short-fused and she tended to lose interest. Which means... hurt feelings. Wah wah'ing. So ridiculous.
"They'll line up here for you. I might almost be jealous at the thought. I like you enough that I don't want to share."
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The mere idea of people lining up to have sex with him was a little absurd, though. He had a healthy appetite, for sure, but that was a little too much.
"I see," he said carefully and gave her a curious look. "Is it common here to have that sort of reaction?"