[His shoulders rise, and he prolongs meeting Byerly's eyes, but it isn't so terribly discomforting that he nearly draws in on himself again. Byerly's consideration has been more effort than most have made in years, and though it's gradual, Dorian's finding himself much more at ease than he'd thought he'd be. He won't allow room for doubt here- he'll even be damned if they aren't going to have a nice evening.]

I'd... prefer not to spend the coin, but my home isn't ideal. However, I won't subject you to having to use your own place, so if you wouldn't like to... I can bear to pay the fee.