Rhydian rolled his eyes. "No, I am not asking you - Merlin. What's the matter with you?" He tugged a dish towel out of the drawer and threw it at her without very much vigor. "I was hoping you'd tell me what the hell's wrong with him. Much more fun, but if you'd rather laugh at me ..." He left the water heating, and turned to her. "Bad taste, then?" His mouth tugged up into a small smile. "There's no fixing that. You may just have to farm it out to someone more trustworthy."