Dinjo blinks and looks at the guy. Watching him warily as he walked up to him. He doesn't say anything. He blinks and looks up. And turned bright pink at the way Matthew phrased it. Well...at least he hadn't...told on him. Or given away his secret. Which meant...he could trust him. So until shown otherwise...he was going to trust him. A smile crept onto his face. He looks at him. "Your welcome Sir." he says softly. He looks at him. "Coffee?" he echoes as he follows Matthew and his father into the house. His eyes wide as he looks around. He hadn't actually been inside a house. A bottle or lamp yes. But in a real house when not wish granting...never. "I don't mind." he says softly.