[her irritation is familiar--not anger, not spitting seething rage, but plain simple irritation, as if he's teasing her, keeping away some bit of information just because he can-- could she fake this so convincingly? could she really blank her face of her hatred?

no. she must be pretending. she pretended before, while she was learning her magic, while she was betraying them, while she was undermining the rule of Camelot and seeking the throne for herself--and Arthur believed it then. he will not be so stupid now. Nothing else makes sense. why would she suddenly be herself again?]

I expect you to know all that you've done! Or are you looking for me to make you a list so you can gloat?

You may think me stupid, but you can at least acknowledge that I'm not stupid enough to fall for this. You betrayed us all, you turned to sorcery--but this is stupid, it's beneath even you.

[yet even as he says it, he wants to fall for it. it's weak, it's stupid, it's a traitorous instinct, but he wants to believe it, that she's forgotten everything, that she's hit her head and she no longer hates him, no longer practices magic or seeks the throne--that things can be the way they were, the way they should be--]