From the way Merlin's eyes narrow on the girl's retreating backside, there is probably little doubt that the lordling plans to engage that 'help' in the near future.

Perhaps this evening.

Light eyes pull themselves away after a few moments, and all of his attention is deposited back in Random's lap. So to speak.

"Learning to cook would be a good survival skill." One of the few he hasn't acquired yet. Obvious, much?