Mordred just raised an eyebrow. He'd heard it all before, knew what popular culture and re-tellings of the Arthurian legends made him out to be. Even if he'd been something different once, he couldn't fight it now, so why try? If fighting dirty kept him alive, he'd take it over being dead and obscure.
He finished his recitation and shrugged. "Heard it all before. I guarantee I'll hear it all again. Every story needs a villain." He wiggled his fingers in a gesture that might mean everything and nothing. "Ta-da."