He almost entertained the idea of offering his hand to shake but watching the way Merlin moved made it almost too clear that he wasn't exactly... personable. He was very odd, but most good seers were in Stephen's opinion.
"Merlin," he repeated. "A good, strong name. Lot to live up to, though, but it's fitting, you look like a Merlin." Now he was looking back into the cup and squinting as he did so in an effort to better read what he saw. Still birds, but he kept thinking about those birds in his dream and it tainted what he saw.
There was nothing alive about them, no movement.
"You know, isn't it interesting that you see the birds one way and I see them another? Good omens for you, poor for me. Bah." With that said he finally got around to cleaning up the cup. He turned to toss the leaves into a bin and then fished his wand out of his back pocket.
"Scourgify," the residue left over was instantly spelled clean and Stephen turned to put the cup up and grab another, one that was a simple white color.
"Stephen Cornfoot, would you like a spot of tea? We've got all kinds... ah, you look like you might need it. So, you always see things? Did you attend ah.. Hogwarts?"