Much scrunched his lips and looked a tad exasperated himself, but he thumped his elbow on the bar and covered his mouth with his hand. Getting exasperated with Merlin seemed like a really efficient way to get transmogrified into something.
"Yeah. Okay. Walking." He nodded stiffly and got down off the bar stool, fingers pinned in his armpits, and looked at Merlin, having an internal debate about begging. "If you, um," he said, managing to hold back from outright begging but still needing to ask, "If you prophesize anything else about any of it, like who? Or how I can find them? Will you uh, tell me? You know the Sheriff's plans for them - us - don't you? We could really use someone like you on our side."
Well, Will couldn't. But to Much, Merlin needed to remain an option.