A half shrug is given. "I can admit to knowing hardly anyone beyond the tiny handful I've interacted with." And she can't think up a good enough excuse as to why that is, so Mel leaves it at that.

She stands and sidles up to him, nodding down at the mushrooms in offering. "Firstly, I said I wouldn't, and secondly, I have no idea why it hasn't already happened. Neighbor." Melinoë has certainly been ravishing Merlin often enough, listless without purpose.