*Arthur laying down, side immensely in pain from being stabbed, distraught by the newfound knowledge that Merlin has magic*
Gaius: There are those who say he’s the greatest sorcerer ever to walk the earth.
Arthur: Merlin? The servant who hasn’t ever woken me up on time since he even became a servant? The bumbling idiot who trips over his own feet? The moron who is always there for me in my time of need? The man who came in for a hug, but I wanted a kiss? The endearing clot pole who calls me names so I pretend to reprimand him but I actually enjoy it? Merlin, the man I’m secretly in love with but to afraid to show it? That Merlin?