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"Eyes still green, I'm still a girl, everything is still fucked up."

And that would be a Mordred, there. With distinctly bed-tossled hair that falls to her waist.

*Adam raises a single eyebrow at her.*

Did you really expect it to be different?

"Um. Well, no. But, it would have nice..." She regards the silky mass of her hair and glares.

There are lots of things that would be nice. Doesn't mean we get them.

*No whining. Not sulky. Just matter-of-fact.*

Mordred's upper-lip curls.

"Thank you for that, Adam."

*he shrugs*

What, you want me to coddle you? You want me to pander to your whines and complaints and fears? You've got somebody for that already.

"..."

Mordred's hand moves without any thought behind it, slapping him. Not hard, but sharply.

"Galahad's freaked out as well, thank you very much."

*The slap stings, but Adam isn't surprised, nor is he much concerned. Or at least, he doesn't look it.*

Oh, you mean your pretty boy hasn't come to terms with the fact that you haven't got a cock yet? So sorry.

And I'll thank you not to do that again, I'm not about to cut you slack just because you're a girl now.

She clenches her fists, sitting back in her chair and just glaring.

And, beneath the anger, she's clearly frightened.

"Don't like not being in control." Then, through clenched teeth, "I apologize for taking it out on you."

*And Adam pauses, and looks at Mordred, and pauses, and finally decides on surprise as an appropriate response.*

Why're you telling me this?

"Can you change me back?"

*There's but a brief pause before there's laughter, and in an overexagerated manner, Adam wipes his eyes and sighs before speaking.*

But I thought you were going to wait and talk to your darling mother?

Calmly,

"I don't know when she's going to be around, or if I'll set her off into another vision thing. Now, considering she's going to be the one who washes my corpse, forgive me for trying to spare her anymore of the fucking future."

*He nods slowly, and calmly.*

Favours, actions, consequences, actions, nothing happens without a reason, nothing happens without a price.

And why should I do this for you?

Well, honesty is best when you can't lie.

"Haven't got the faintest idea, just figured I'd ask."

*Adam nods.*

Okay.

She tilts her head, more of a falcon then the magpie headtilt of her mother.

"That an 'okay-okay' or just an 'okay'?"

Whichever you like.

*Adam eyes Mordred, and slowly -perhaps so as to emphasize the change- her features start turning back into those of the recognizeable male Mordred. His skin starts to lose its colour, and his eyes are losing their green tint, and by the time the transformation is complete, they are back to their normal blue.*

Mordred, he Mordred, just lets his head fall onto the table.

"Oh, thank you," he breathes.

*Adam waits- waits for his colour to come back [it does], waits for his eyes to change back [they don't], waits for Mordred to

Bastard. Ass. Danger. Me.

be. He speaks slowly and softly.*

You're welcome.

*His voice holds the debt which Mordred now owes him.*

The prince looks up, features eerily similarthesame to the girl he had been. Major difference?

Lack of fear.

Formally, he speaks,

"And I am in your debt, Adam Young, son of the Morningstar and He Who Fell."

*Adam nods, and touches Mordred lightly on the shoulder, before he blinks and his expression changes entirely, and he laughs.*

You know, you're much better looking as a guy.

His lips twitch.

"Oh, really? Thank you."

His voice, soft and beautiful and slightly rough and his.

*He raises an eyebrow*

Not that you were an unattractive girl. Not quite as attractive as your mother, but...

"..."

And his head is back on the table, hands to his ears.

"Can I pretend you never said that and that I don't have another reason to be tempted to kill you?"

He's giddy with relief, which is why the threat doesn't really sound like one.