Zacharias had heard him, and that was precisely why he wanted to take Merlin out. To sit down with him and talk - about things other than visions of what might be, but what hadn't happened yet. He wanted to get to know Merlin.
"Good." He gave a little smile then. And told Merlin the name of a restaurant, and where it was at. "Sunday evening. At seven," he said. He reached out and brushed the tips of his fingers against Merlin's wrist, just a light touch. "I'll see you then." And then, before Merlin could talk himself out of it, he headed down the street.