It was nice to have someone understand him. If Merlin had tried any conversation like this with any of the Kingsman, they'd just stare at him. It was why he mostly kept to himself. At least now he could talk about an interest he had and not be met with strange looks.
Looking at his glass, his was just about empty as well. As Elliot was offering, he thought, well, why not? With good company, good liquor(or was it the other way around?). They were just getting to the good stuff too.
"All right, lad. Only if you answer me this - you think Mandriva is going to last much longer? It seems to be on its last legs in my opinion."