"That's why you don't -- and, no, sorry. Doesn't work like that. No sex changes by fire." Merlin finally brings them to a stop nearer the fire, tugging Lancelot until their hips touch and hooking an arm around him. "Don't worry, the fires they jump over are the smaller ones. Bit easier. We're not quite in the ritualistic death era any more. Be a bit grim of we let people burn horribly every year. Also, not very good advertising."