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Mordred grunts, his eyes fluttering open after a few seconds and he smiles. “Good morning” he mutters, moving into a sitting position “you didn’t have to.”
“That,” Summer says, trying to get him to walk backward to the bed, “is a very good question, cariad.”
Mordred chuckled heading towards the bed with her. “Something tells me you have no intention of sleeping.”
“Well, I did tell you you’re not to go armoured to dinner.” Innocently, she looks up at him. “I only thought I might help you undress.”