"So it's my father's fault?" Arthur asked, folding his arms. Though he could begin to see Merlin's logic, he couldn't admit it. And he could see Merlin was quickly backing away from the point, which was probably easier on them both. "Right. I'm sure they're off making rainbows appear and pulling rabbits out of the air." He wasn't convinced, but at least he was less gung-ho and more petulant child.