Morgana: I trust you bring me news of my brother's untimely death?
Agravaine: I wish it were so, my lady, but I do bring information of an equally enticing nature... I have planted the seed of suspicion in the young King's head. I have struck a blow at the very heart of Old Camelot.
Morgana: Go on.
Agravaine: Arthur grew unsure of my motives. But I have turned the situation to our advantage.
Morgana: How so?
Agravaine: I used it to implicate an old friend of yours. Gaius. I think there are some interesting times ahead for our physician.
Morgana: You have done well. But it is hardly information of an enticing kind, is it? Is Gaius dead?
Morgana: Is Gaius mortally wounded? Does Gaius have so much as a sore head?
Agravaine: No, my lady.
Morgana: So, my lord, you can do better. And you will do better.