Mordred and Vortigern
Mordred hissed and clapped a hand to his arm. Ow. That hurt...quite a bit, actually. He looked at Vortigern, who gave him a worried glance.
"What was that?"
"I don't know..." The two twins regarded each other.
"Could it be..." Vortigern started.
"No. Can't be," Mordred said dismissingly. Then he bit his lip. "Probably nothing..."
"Probably..."
"But, what if it isn't?"
"Look, she said she'd call you tomorrow. So if..."
"If she doesn't call, we start looking."
"And tell LA."
"Bloody hell."
"They can get onto it quicker then we can."
"Probably but still..."
"Gwen's the important thing."
"She is, and she has no idea what I would do for her."
"You might get the chance to prove it."