Merlin watched the blond approach and slide the door open for him; the smile tugged at places inside him he didn't know he had, made his blood seem to run cold, or his skin too hot, made him see a clip of something, a soft moan, hands gripped in sheets and then it was gone, leaving the Seer with that sick feeling still turning in his stomach.
He couldn't speak, edged his way in and stood in the middle of the room looking awkward and feeling far too vulnerable after that vision.