A year. A whole year and the other had been right under his nose. It seemed taunting in a way, that he could have done anything and Merlin wouldn't have known. Resisting the urge to do something bad, he sucked in a slow breathe, reaching to rub his face a moment. More to take a moment to gather his thoughts, to control his confused emotions.
"So I take it your other friend isn't here then?" He questioned slowly. Meaning Morganna. She had convinced the other to hurt his friends, after all, and if the dark witch had been here he doubted Mordred would have played at being kind for so long. "You realize I'll hold you to that? You slip one inch out of line and i'll see to it you never remember yourself again." He threatened. After all, he had access to every magic know.