For all that Merlin's decision to try and circumvent Arthur's sense of competition by destroying his swimwear was completely insane, he had had a point about how competitive Arthur was. Yes, even opposite a girl, although on a milder level.

Not that you could tell.

It was falling into a nice rhythm of roll-towards-Arthur-find-a-good-handle-give-it-a-twist-slam-it-back-to-Francine-hope-there-won't-be-real-injuries. "I think it counts," he said, "If simply for the danger of drowning."