In the right place this time...
Mordred just sighed internally. His mother had probably done something to upset someone, and now he was building her bridges. "I've picked up a knack for that sort of thing over the years," he said. "So we'll see what I can dig up."
"You know me, mother, I live to make his life difficult," he drawled, draining the last of his tea. "And I can spin any sort of story I want and have them believe it. And all the better that Merlin isn't around."