That's it? That was all Arthur had to say to him? Move. Merlin shook his head, looking down slightly to hide his disappointment.
"No." He would stand right here. Arthur would have to talk to him, or move Merlin out of the way himself. Part of him thought that he should just let Arthur go. What did he care? If Arthur wanted to go out there, get himself in trouble or killed -- well, so be it. They couldn't say Merlin didn't try. Of course, even the part of him thinking this didn't actually believe a word of it. Somehow he'd managed to grow fond of the brad prince, and harbored the hope that eventually Arthur would get over a little bruise to his feelings.