Other people's plans really don't factor much into Dante's thought process. If it's not benefiting him, then he really isn't seeing the point of it.

So when he doesn't get a hard no, he positively lights up. Those words are practically an invitation, even if he might be aware that Kell might really not want to make that kind of an offer.

"That sounds perfect. Do you know a place? One that serves alcohol, preferably. Do they have a good anything here? I mean, I feel it's kind of a toss up between a seriously amazing stout and the worst bathtub gin imaginable with the way things have been here."

He claps his hands together, pausing to frown at them. They feel much too light without jewelry. "So, lead on then?"