Harry had seen the fox, but he had not been able to prove it was related to Eggsy's sudden crash. It had seemed likely, rewatching the tape, but likely wasn't the confirmation he got from Eggsy now. "You didn't want to hit the fox." Not a pointless death, or worse, maiming it and having to put it down. Harry had had kills like that.

Hitting a fox with a car and following an order from Kingsman weren't the same, he reminded himself. Eggsy would do fine, Eggsy would trust Merlin (he hoped, hoped Eggsy had learned to trust Merlin after the parachute incident). Lancelot... it would suit him. "Do you know the stories of Lancelot, Eggsy? The Arthurian myths?"