"Someone has to make sure this idiot puts his boots on the right feet," Merlin smirked, poking Arthur in the ribs.
Moloch's eyes widened. "You've gotta be kidding me." Sweet lightning, but this place was insane. Not that it really mattered if he was lying or if he really was the legendary king of England. He was willing to bet on the first one. Royalty didn't bother with people like him. "Von Zinzer. Moloch von Zinzer."