He sighed, too. "I can get us a farm if I want one, Merlin," he said, slightly frustrated. "Stop applying logic -"
He took a deep breath. "I think about it a bit. Always have. Not of a farm, obviously. That's fairly recent. But I'd lie awake as a child and dream of running away and being adopted by some family, in a house that smelled like Camelot's kitchens, with lots of siblings, and..."
He cleared his throat. "I never would, of course. But I'd go mad if I didn't imagine it, I think."