For a second, Meg was thoroughly godsmacked. Her expression remained calm and collected, but only centuries of practice could keep it that way. Though the statement might have been a joke, the truth in his eyes was undeniable and, not for the first time that afternoon, Meg both questioned her judgment in sitting down next to him and applauded herself for finding a potential ally that was actually worth the effort. A beat passed. And a second. Then, unable to help herself any longer, she threw her head back and laughed
“Merlin, Jr. then,” she said as her laughter died down to a chuckle. “Remind me not to get on your bad side. I’ve read the legends and your family history,” she twirled a finger in his direction, gesturing to his whole body in one little flip, “is all kinds of fucked up.” She shook her head, still laughing slightly. Unbelievable. She had to admit, it was something like meeting a celebrity. She’d met a fair few in her time, even possessed a couple on a whim. There was no other word for it. He was just…neat. She couldn’t wait to tell Dean, feeling almost giddy with the news. She glanced over at him again, sobering slightly as she recalled his current predicament.
“How long are you going to be stuck like this, the whole ‘seeing the other side’ thing?”