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If Merlin had had any idea, how the complicated and subtle mating game worked, he would have felt flattered that in a matter of week two women had attempted to lure him in their warm embrace. Since he was clueless and innocent and got kicks out of flirting, he thought he was in for a conversation with a pleasant person. And for someone, who yearned for company, this was a win-win situation. 

"Why would you want to spruce up your den?" he furrowed his brow, not really understanding, why was that even necessary. A den was for sleeping only. All the fun stuff happened, while you were outside. "My advice - don't have a den and you won't have a problem. Sleep whereve and you have no need to tidy up anything afterwards," he shrugged.