I don't think so. It would be my duty to persuade you that there are finer things in life than sackcloth, and even potatoes would probably wear velvet given the chance.

[The music shifts abruptly to something far too slow to canter about to, and Monty's thrown for a moment - pausing to work out how things should realign.]

Besides. [He smooths a hand along Merlin's shoulder, thoughtfully.] I'd like to see you in it. I hadn't realised how handsome you were.