Much's eyebrows were already up, which was a shame, because he'd have liked to raise them higher. "I didn't realise you were strugging," he said, looking at the crisp lines of Merlin's outfit before he stopped to think that maybe sass wasn't the best way to go.
And then on second thoughts, maybe he was the one being a dick (that felt like it was so often the case, these days.) "Sorry," he said. "I shouldn't ask you to work for free, that's a dick move. I don't have a lot, though, if you're after money. Or I could do you a favour? Need anything done around this place?"