"What? You're not going to drop him." Merlin shrugged and backed off a bit, though.
"Sorry to bleed all over you, your highness," he grumbled sarcastically, giving up and resting his head on the strong man's shoulder. Whether or not the man was who he said he was, he was obviously noble, and if he was anywhere near as prissy as Prince Sturmvoraus, he wouldn't like that. Especially Moloch's common-as-dirt blood...