"Yeah, you're right. I'd probably throw fruit at you, myself, if I had the chance." He teased, knowing good and well that he didn't exactly have that chance. But that didn't mean he couldn't throw something else at him at that very moment.
"Oh yeah? What, you mean like this?" Merlin reached over for one of Arthur's pillows and tossed it at the prince's head. "Pity. Looks like you've got one too now, sire. This place really is mad, isn't it?"