Merlin did enjoy these verbal sparring sessions. It kept his wits sharp. "I don't know. If I had to take a wild stab in the dark, I'd say the boy misses his obsession, Guinevere. Wherever she is right now, I say she is well shot of those two." He pulled a face. "Imagine being fought over for all eternity. I don't blame her for getting out of town. So no, I'm not sure what to do. Maybe a grail quest or something, he can get lost on a wild goose chase for a few years. There's no spell or potion I can create to fix him, aside from a prescription for some antidepressants."