Merlin hesitated at that, silenced. Keep the other ghouls away and let her deal with... Well, it wasn't a completely unreasonable request, but he couldn't help finding himself wondering if she could do that. Which was... stupid, really, because she was Charlie McGee and it took a lot to get to her. But if there was one thing that really could, it was her father.

Still, just herding them to the stadium... That shouldn't be too difficult because, in a way, that was a bit like taking care of the ghouls too. Or. Something. And if she couldn't do it, he could always step in.

So.

"Okay, yeah. Of course."

He sounded a lot more certain of it than he really was. He was used to it; reassuring people that things would be all right no matter what because he at least would make sure of it, one way or another. The doubt, he placed in himself, and gave all the strength to others. Because knowing he could make them feel better... That was enough for him.