Merlin nodded solemnly. "If you ever want to come by, I mean it. I've studied a bit of hieroglyphics but it's not my strongest language. Perhaps there are things you could help me with." Perhaps bringing up the terrible desecration of her people's history wasn't the best way to open a conversation.
"So, Hecate has told me a very little about your quest, and not much at all about you, my dear. What is it you do?" he asked, spying a waiter to beckon over with a couple of flutes of champagne. "Drink?"