Room 511, Friday Night, After the Dance

With Francine on his arm still, Merlin was doing the terribly noble thing and escorting her back to her room after the dance was all over and done with. He was more giggly than normal over... something or other, but he hadn't thought anything of it.

Since all he'd had was that punch, after all. No wine, no ale...

Merlin put a finger to his lips, trying to shush her before they drew the attention of anyone around. It wasn't working so far.

[[OOC: For the gal with him!]]