Okay, that enthusiasm might annoy Mike a tad, but he was willing to overlook it thanks to Merlin's compliments. He filled a cup for himself too, but only half-way. Getting wasted would come later. "Newcastle Brown Ale, but I assure you I don't need to woo the birds with alcohol to get them to fawn over me." He took a swig of his drink. Hm, no, it wasn't bad, not bad at all. "So are you in? Feeling well enough to round up the troops?"