Despite himself, a shudder of fear went through him imperceptibly at that until Zach turned the horse around and Merlin wanted to kick himself for being such a pussy.
He nodded to the get out clause, unsure as to how this would work with what he'd seen, but then he had to shake his head irritably because he was hearing, of all things, the strains of 'you've got to hide your love away' - what were the fucking Beatles doing in his head and what did they have to do with anything anyway?
"You will know me. We're going to fuck. And I know you said you wouldn't-" he cut himself off there because he couldn't even say the 'r' word. "It's going to happen. You don't have to do this." It was just as much for Zach's benefit as for his in any case; he had no idea why it made a tacky twisty feeling in his chest turn up.