"It won't," Merlin agreed, lifting a hand to gently cup her chin, to hold her in place so he could kiss her again. If only he could somehow... acquire Luna from her master and mistress, and detach her from her overbearing responsibility. Not in an ownership way, no no, but in a "Genie, I set you free" kind of manner, so there were no more wishes Luna had to fulfill for anyone.
Except Merlin, naturally, and that was entirely voluntary. Who could resist this frisson between them?