"Of course not." Merlin narrowed his eyes and tweaked her nose. But he was smiling, and he turned and snapped his fingers at the bar staff. "She drinks free," he called, pointing down at her. "Remember her face, you're gonna be seeing a lot more of her. Thal, how are you? Want to find a booth or talk in the office?" He really was quite glad to see her. Things had been a little quiet for him of late, since the Merry Men stopped talking to him. Wasn't his fault they couldn't take a simple prophecy in good humour.