At the moment, Merlin is staring intently at several seeds held in the palm of one hand. Seeds that are but one more part of his dream, of course, but within that dream, well, he can decide to let things work more or less 'naturally' from there.

As such, however, he doesn't immediately look up when approached and addressed, instead watching as the seeds sprout and begin to rapidly grow under a magical influence.

"Is there anyone else it might be?" he replies, a tinge of amusement in his voice.