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”You left that part out.”
She tosses her head, trying to be serious. “It’s not my job to amuse you.” She doesn’t try very hard to get away. “Clearly you will have to teach me to sneak.”
He pouts, releasing the grip on her wrists gently. “It’s not? Well then I don’t know what your job is then,” he says sarcastically. “Hm, perhaps I could, or perhaps not.”
“My job,” she tells him, “is to stay here in Camelot until I am sent for at home, and to keep myself busy learning arts I cannot learn there.” She leans on him and tries to kiss his pout. “Do you wish me to amuse you, Mordred?”