Merlin gave Lancelot a little look (beer! how typical) but he did get the beer and cracked the top off. "You ass," he said, setting the bottle down, and he stuck his hand out for Lancelot to clasp. "Where the fuck have you been? No note, you don't call-" He was teasing though, a little smirk forming on his face. He was fond of almost all the knights of the round table, even the adulterous ones who broke up the dream team, but who even remembered that anymore.