Apparently confident in Armani's ability not to panic and to handle any snakes that might turn surly, Merlin smiles broadly and nods and slips his own wand into the inner pocket of his jacket. There's no reason to put this off anymore.

While it takes a brief pause and a moment of focus, transforming from a boy into a brightly colored bush viper is no longer difficult for him and it appears almost effortless. And cool, he hopes. The snake looks up at Armani and flicks its tongue once before slithering nearer to one of the boxes. He doesn't intend to get too close immediately, though. As before, he's just attempting to listen and understand.