"That's because girls are tricksey creatures. Boys are easy to control given the right motivation," she teased.
She slipped a hand up into the hair at the nape of his neck to hold him close. "By doing nothing," she breathed, kissing him again, "you're not under any spell of mine. I'm under yours."
Merlin knew that she had to be as there could be be no other reason for the way that she trusted even with a fragment of the truth of her childhood.