Give Me One Good Reason

And then Merlin bowed his head in submission, awaiting Arthur’s judgment.
Arthur stared down at his manservant with incredulity. “Are you really just going to kneel there and let me lop off your head? You’re a sorcerer!” Arthur grabbed a handful of neckerchief and tugged at it so forcefully that it made Merlin’s head snap back and his teeth rattle. “Fight back, dammit!” he growled menacingly, sliding the blade up to kiss the pulsepoint in Merlin’s neck.