Arthur lowered his voice further, though no one else was near. “Then why did you come to my bed complaining that Roman women couldn’t satisfy you? All their skill and desire bored out of them?” He smiled again, his eyes watching Lancelot’s lithe form move around the enclosure slowly, the horse still keeping his distance. “Though if it’s Roman men that have bored them so, it does beg the question of why it was my bed you came to.”
Source: Broken to Hand, by romanticalgirl – King Arthur (2004) [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/
Oh, this takes me back… The tension between Arthur and Lancelot here is too delicious for words.