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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.”
“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.”
“Didn’t realize that I had forgotten how to undress myself,” he teases, a smile gracing his lips. “Of course you can.”
Summer helps him out of the chainmail, pausing afterward to run her fingers over his chest. “You are so handsome,” she murmurs.