He couldn't help it, he still flinched a little at the use of his name - he'd thought about introducing himself as Erin before, but it felt like a betrayal to his parents and he hadn't been able to bring himself to do it. He looked like a Merlin? Well, he supposed he had no choice but to.
He watched the stranger look back into the cup, but was a little unnerved at... Stephen, he found... Stephen's interpretation of things. Swallows meant good fortune, and with the two together... he didn't want his arrival to be a bad thing, but it looked like that was all it meant.
He shook his head, declining politely. "No, thank you." he wasn't really into tea. "But thank you." he was surprised about the open way Michael spoke to him about his abilities, especially after that omen. "I... yes." In cups, dreams, coin, palms, fucking shop windows... "Always. I did, yeah. I was in Gryffindor." He fidgeted a bit. "Don't you think that maybe I shouldn't have come here." he askd eventually.