They continued to talk between them, or at least that as what he supposed they were doing. His breath hung in the air like barriers dividing them, the heat of his lungs hitting the cold of the underground cave. It was like being the third wheel, uncomfortable and more than a little bit annoying. The quiet was eerie and everyone once in a while he fancied they were pointing looks at him. it was too dark to tell and the fire only lit so much and cast them all in shadow. He was tempted to get up and leave, did he really need to know the secrets?

He was too curious for his own good though. His mother had always said so, scolded him for poking his nose in and drawing attention to himself. If he had picked to remain ignorant of Camelot and its peculiar dark side, he could have ran back to bed and warmed himself up. Instead he remained on the rock with his eyes darting between Nimueh and the Dragon. With baited breath, he awaited them to throw him some crumbs, to learn something for the trouble of being in a lonely dungeon miles beneath the castle.

"Then why tell me if you don't expect me to believe you?" His arms crossed subconsciously across himself. Perhaps in protection of some unknown danger. This was the sort of situation Gaius were berate him for. He ought to have left when he noticed her there; she'd tried to kill him once after all.

Finally, she spoke. He listened so intensely that his brow knitted together and his eyes squinted into the dark, fixed on her darkened face. He let out a harsh, unbelieving laugh at her declaration. Uther welcomed her here and she was friends with Arthur's late mother? He didn't believe that, didn't want to. No matter how much he hated Uther; Gaius had told him the man was a good King and it was widely known that he was 'fair'. Would he be hypocritical enough to allow for a sorceress to first guide him with her powers and then punish her for it?
Before he could speak the Dragon's rough voice broke the air. He frowned at the creature before turning to Nimueh.

"You're lying, Arthur would have told me if they'd let magic in before." He answered hotly, glaring outright now and caught between wanting to leave now and stay and hear her out. Both temping and undesirable in equal amounts.