Merlin's brows shoot up in an expression that is down right sympathetic. Despil, brother, it's not a surprise no one really sticks by you for a long while.

"Do they really?" he asks with a small chuckle. "I feel like my experience says otherwise. Julia came after me with a whole arsenal of spells. This time I got dumped. It's fine. It's probably better this way. Who knows what kind of shit will rain on my parade from this coup."

Yeah, okay, enough about coups and failed realtionships. He's losing his pleasant buzz.

"Are we singing more or shall we find a new place for the rest of the evening?"