“No, that’s all right. We’re going to walk. Aren’t we Merlin,” Arthur said to him, in his sweetest voice, which usually meant something very bad.
“We are?” Merlin asked, swinging his head around to look at Arthur. “Oh, that’s not a good smile,” he said. “I usually get things thrown at me with that smile. Are you going to throw things at me?”
“Let’s have it be a surprise,” Arthur said, through his teeth. (c)