She could tell it was Merlin. She could feel his presence. She closed her book and got up, moving to the door to open it. She wore a slip dress with far less fabric than they were used to back home. It was already shaping up to be a warm summer, and the freedom to wear what would practically be considered an undergarment back home was nice.
Besides, it still flustered Merlin, and that was always enjoyable to watch.