“What’s this?” He pulled out a folder filled with shiny silver discs. “A whole television show with your name on it! Should we put the lights down low and watch?”
Merlin pursed his lips. “Quite fun, in places, that one. I do like the dragon. But, well, they had a tendency to make it seem as if Arthur and Merlin could be love interests, only to pull out at the last possible second.”
Val quirked an eyebrow, a double entendre no doubt simmering behind that smirk. When he spoke, it was more frustration than amusement. Ugh, why would anyone do that?”
“It was called queerbaiting, Merlin said, the word like a stone in his shoe. “And sadly it was common in that age.”
Val made a disgusted face and a retching sound to go with it. Merlin had to agree.”