Of course Merlin knew Much would be there. He'd returned to the bar more minutes before Much had arrived, and he stopped in his office to tidy himself up before going out.
Let him wait. It wasn't like this was a social call. Merlin pulled faces at himself in the mirror, stretching his muscles. He even ran a few warm up vocal exercises just to keep limber. Jacket off, sky blue brocade waistcoat straight and navy trousers neat.
Then he headed out. He spied Much fiddling with a napkin, and sauntered closer. Grabbing a few empties from a table, he moved behind the counter as if he hadn't even noticed Much, and started doing a bit of tidying up, waiting to see how long if would take.