"..."

Okay, Merlin's giving that hand the most apprehensive look. But it's not because he doesn't want to dance with Charlie. Of course he wants to; it's Charlie. There's just... you know. One thing.

Slow dance or not...

"I can barely walk; I'm really not sure I should dance," he says, a little strained as if he's suppressing laughter. "So unless you fancy the idea of possibly getting knocked over..."

She should know this, of course.