“And so, what you are telling me is that I am talked of by you and your brother-knights?” She giggles. “Are they jealous of you?”
”We talk about other things darling” he tells her, “but yes they are jealous.”
“I should quite hope you talk of other things!” It’s strange to her, that she should be the subject of conversation when she’s not there. Frowning, she asks, slowly, “What else is said of me?”
“But he is your knight-brother, and he would say anything you told him to. And he would never in this life say anything he thought was insulting to a woman.” She looks satisfied, as if somehow she’s scored a point, and pokes him again.
”No, I would not and certainly he wouldn’t.”
“I don’t believe he would say it.” Summer tosses her head, settling back down to lie on top of Mordred. She kisses him, quickly.
“That’s precisely why not Gwaine! How could I possibly believe him?” She pokes Mordred in the stomach.
”Because, as much as Gwaine is well – Gwaine he doesn’t lie.”
“But he is your knight-brother, and he would say anything you told him to. And he would never in this life say anything he thought was insulting to a woman.” She looks satisfied, as if somehow she’s scored a point, and pokes him again.