Making Demands

Alex kept himself from replying that he would like to see him try. He had questions he wanted to ask before he started antagonizing him again.

"Would you mind giving me an actual seat instead of me sitting on these books? It's not that I'm not comfortable, but I doubt you want me to damage them," Alex said, pointing under him.

Merlin nodded, his face still stern, and as soon as Alex lifted his ass, he waved his hand at him, pushing the books away carefully, before a bland-looking brown wooden chair appeared in their stead.

Alex looked at the uncomfortable seat and chuckled.

"Sure. That'll do."

He sat on the chair, looking at Merlin with a shit-eating grin.

"Now, as I was saying earlier, what are you doing still alive, Merlin? Forcing yourself upon your descendants is a far cry from the righteous front your legend says you upheld."