Oh no. Uh. He gives a hesitant smile.

"Um..."

Clearly, not in Albion as he's not able to understand what the young man just said. He doesn't seem...dangerous. Merlin peers as he sets down the tray of things that smell...well, delicious if his growling stomach is anything to go by. He sits up a little bit more and watches as his host sets down the tray.

"Where am I?" he asks slowly, hoping the other would understand him.