"Thank you," Zacharias replied as he twirled some more pasta. "I would take credit for it, but it was the House Elf. Because I can't cook." He said this all rather cheerfully. He had been raised in the lap of luxury and had never learned skills such as that, because he'd never needed them (and his parents would have thought it odd if he'd wanted to do menial labour for himself).
"Do you cook?" he asked as he reached for his wine again to take another sip. Merlin didn't seem to nervous, he thought. He hoped that was the case.