Gwen

— Well, this is nice, isn't it? Just the two of us?
— Well, three of us.
— Merlin? Merlin doesn't count.

— I can't find my comb.
— Have you looked?
— Everywhere.
— Must've been under something.
— Your nose?
— You just have this way of seeing things.
— Yes, two of them. They're called eyes.

— He's not in danger. He's seeing a girl.
— Merlin?
— Gaius, I'm sorry, but there is no reason to worry.
— Except for the poor girl.