Merlin winced at the name Zach gave to him, despite the fact that the boy was correct. He had a slight phobia of being snatched for his 'gifts', one that had worsened after the stalking incident but had eased now that the world wasn't on the brink of war anymore.
Telling fortunes at the tea shop was one thing but orating on the other things he saw was another thing altogther; and now Zacharias knew, but Merlin didn't feel afraid, and wasn't that strange.
He tilted his head in contemplation of the comment, although he knew that the visions he had were rarely for him. "I'd really like to give you something for it." Merlin said. "They aren't cheap."