Oh well if it's creative falling, that makes all the difference. You never told me it was art.

[Merlin's turn at haughtiness makes Prior laugh. He's too scrawny for it somehow, although that has to be hypocrisy coming from someone whose body weight is barely more than his own bones. And if he picks up on any excess care Merlin's taking well, he doesn't need it but won't mention it this time. In the list of small daily indignities he lives with, someone who can barely walk down the street unscathed keeping an eye on where Prior puts his feet is among the least of them.]

Oh but knife throwing is at least glamorous. Quivering beauties pinioned to a spinning wheel, dashing gentlemen risking their life and limb - and all fake, obviously. Magnets, right?