"Merlin," Zacharias echoed, glancing at him again, giving him another once over as if he'd suddenly change before him. Which he didn't. Still small and rather meek seeming.
"You seem to be missing a long white beard and about eighty years of life," he commented, a smirk turning up the corners of his mouth. Which surely the bloke had heard before, but really, that's what parents got when they named their children after terribly famous wizards. Jokes or queries, or both.
"I'm Zacharias Smith," he introduced himself in turn, and this time held a hand out again, to shake. Force of habit of manners and all of that. He said his name in a way as if he expected everyone should know who he was. Well. They should!