[He lets himself be moved without protest, lets Dean push him onto the couch and sits forward with his elbows on his knees, quietly and semi-consciously marveling at how different the sense of weight is again. Things he has to relearn, even though he grew up with them. His lips quirk at let's have a look, almost coyly. He'll come back to that in a minute. Questions first, and he nods at the next one.]

I wasn't expecting that, obviously. I was just hoping he could make a few alterations to my l-- to the prosthetic. But then he suggested this procedure, and... I'm not saying I didn't think about it. [A lot, in the short hours between Merlin's offer and the thing itself. He'd grilled the wizard as much as he could on the source -- not for name but for species, precedent, so on. He'd talked to Morgana and Barbara. He'd asked himself a lot of questions. But...] In the end, how could I say no?