Surprising, Merlin thinks. A move that he didn't expect. Finch has never been especially happy about him knowing a few too many things about this particular lady. Honestly, it's a crime that she's living in a lie like this. That's what he thinks anyway.

He has his feet on the table, leafing through a book that he pulled out from the pile that he gathered on the desk a few hours ago. About encryption, of course. Beside him a cup of coffee that went cold already an hour ago.

"I kind of expected him to show up himself. I'm not sure if I should be disappointed or excited. Hello, again. Is breathing allowed? Or are you going to ventilate me further?"

He shouldn't joke around, though. She could probably kick his ass to Amber and back, a few times.