Gritting his teeth, Nathan silently reviewed the reasons he could not shake the arrogant smirk off of Enfys' face. For one, there was the jail he most definitely would be thrown into for attacking an innocent girl (and there, he snorted himself, because none of that applied to Enfys, not really, not at all), and for another, it'd give Emrys the blasted satisfaction of a reaction. Nathan wouldn't look at her, barely moved a muscle in response to her, as if he was carved of stone.
"I am going to destroy you," was all he said to Morgause, voice cold, ocean deep and every bit as heartless. "You and your bastard son."
It had not been his plan, Nimue's plan, to have her back, but Nathan knew who to blame. Just as it was the witch Morgan's fault that Mordred was wandering free. It was time he dealt with that.
With a brief, mocking bow, Nathan turned to walk away, back to his table and his chairs and his work. Let Merlin meddle with things that might burn him if Enfys so desired. It would not be the first time. But Nathan would not be there to pick up the pieces.