*Merlin Fires A Bolt And Hits A Bandit Right In The Head*

*Merlin fires a bolt and hits a bandit right in the head*

Arthur: Huh. Nice shot.

Merlin:

Merlin: …I was aiming for his leg.

Arthur: Being a cat is great. You just have to be 3 things: arrogant, narcissistic and lazy.

Merlin: And you're 3 out of 3.

Arthur: You're right. I am a cat!

I feel like “How long have you been training to be a prat, my lord?” is the Merlin equivalent of the “There’s no need to call me sir, professor.”

*Arthur takes out his mobile phone*

Morgana: What is that thing?

Arthur: It's a device for...Talking. I don't bloody know! I press the Merlin button and he answers usually.

Merlin: *eyeing Arthur* I should've cooked something a little less fat.

Gwaine: Oh come on, Merlin. Don't be so hard on him!

Merlin: You'd argree with me, if you were the one to put new holes in his belt every other week!

Arthur: I'm literally right here.

Merlin: Yes, you're hard to miss.

*Merlin and Arthur ride off after saving a village from bandits*

Man: He didn't look like a prince at all.

Woman: Without their crown on they are but people with problems, too, Holger.