Merlin tilted his head. He always loved an opportunity to show his quality, as it were. Gently he lifted her hips off him, just now feeling just slightly regretful that he'd made her sweat after that nice bath.
"Eventually," he agreed. "But I want to take you upstairs and tuck you into bed with me." He was going to whip up some hot chocolate and cookies and send it up for them, if she wanted it. They could lie in bed and read, or sleep, or anything at all, and maybe once she was asleep he would sneak down and go back to his grimoire again. "I don't want your funeral to be too soon, you know."