"Hmph," Merlyn says again, and strokes his beard thoughtfully. He'll still have to conjure more needles if she takes them, of course, and perhaps it would be easier just to produce more yarn along with them. On the other hand, he is an immensely curious kind of character, and she's piqued his interest.

After a moment of this quiet, dignified musing, he nods, harrumphing quietly, and settles himself more comfortably on the blackened rafter. It's quite possible, given the nature of the place, that he'll regret this decision - that what she means to show him is something dangerous. Maybe he was right about the danger of using knitting needles as weapons. And maybe he wasn't.

Either way, if it all goes horribly wrong, at least he'll learn something from it. So he nods again, looking down at her. "Certainly, if you'd be so kind."