[ ah. deflection again; he sees this, and he's waving his hand in the same way he must have at least a dozen times thus far as they continue along through the flowery fields of the Valley. ]

Of course I don't have to do that, but it would be nice! Don't you think so...? Do you have a restaurant or bar you like to go to in particular, Dokja? Or maybe we could get together in Greentruth somewhere a little more private and low key, just a little group of us... mm? What do you think?

[ clearly he isn't going to accept 'no,' so. you know, perhaps it's best to pick his poison? is he sure he wants to leave it in Abel's hands...........

because they both surely know where that might lead to, right, ]