After ordering the drinks, Merlin had to raise an eyebrow. "Evil Corp? My condolences." It had to be an American thing, just like that church sprouting hate speech he monitored with Harry, or Valentine having an 'assistant' with knives for legs. Goodness, what was wrong with America?
"Well, he taught you well. You're like a wizard with cyber security. Firewalls must be nothing for you. I do want to ask - everything you said up there, do you believe it or was it all for talk? Ethics in hacking is more of a gray area, isn't it?"
Once the drinks arrived, Merlin left money for the bartender. "Keep the change," he told him, then turned to Elliot. He held his glass towards him to clink. "A toast - to some easy, yet interesting work. So we don't fall asleep."