"I'm a computer genius," Merlin snorts. "One tiny little dvd player isn't going to get the better of----what?" His fingers may tighten, just a fraction, on Doc's shoulders. It may also taken him a long span of seconds to remember how to breathe.

"It is the drugs talking, Jo. But that's okay. I'm still not going to take advantage of you in this state."

All he has to do is get Doc into the other room, onto the bed and then he'll figure out what sort of entertainment system the man has. He might even conjure up some movies so he doesn't have to leave him alone.