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"And that, Merlin, is how you properly dress a stag."
Arthur had to admit that the vaguely green shade Merlin had slowly been turning as he'd butchered the animal was worrying, but what kind of servant, and a prince's servant at that, couldn't dress a kill? It wasn't like he was any other use on a hunt, what with him scaring off prey or cowering behind a tree like a girl when things got dangerous. "Even you should be able to manage this."
And if Merlin's reply lacked any of his usual spirit, Arthur would just pretend not to notice.