No. All right, he could understand the universal headshake. He presses his mouth into a thin line and follows his gesture towards the food that had been laid out. Again, Merlin's stomach growls at the smell of it. He looks at his host again and swings his legs out of the bed before slowly standing. Huh, the lad must be a bit younger than him. He's certainly smaller.

He places a hand on his chest.

"Merlin."

Then he extends a hand out to his host in white.