She reaches out to finger the fabric of Merlin's robes, tugging on them once in a tender, familiar manner. "Have you been confining yourself to your utopia? I would be interested in hearing what any visitors thought. Unless you didn't play nice with them. . .?"

The way Mel teases, it's clear she would approve of mischief. She certainly has gotten up to her own with the 'enemies' lurking about.