Lancelot was going to be a lot of work for Merlin because of how far he'd dug this hole. "Oh so that's what it is. You want to fix me, is that it?" Lancelot wished he could at least drink this away, but he was too damn righteous for that. He took a deep breath and tapped his fingers on the table. "What if I fail?" Because he'd done a lot of that here lately.