"But what?" Jeremi frowned at the other's continued coughing. A small debate was going on in his head. His offer had been refused. That much was clear. Another thing that was clear was that Dmitri was not well. No one had a cough that bad unless they were sick. It was giving him a headache battling with himself. Treating a patient that didn't want to be treated usually didn't end well. He had already been there and tried that. Yet at the same time, leaving Dmitri out here to face his most likely death (eventually if not tonight) didn't set well either with him.<br/><br/>That and the night seemed to take on a quality that Jeremi didn't like one bit. Like it was holding its breath now. Waiting and watching to see what would happen. What would play out. This was not a night to be out and about if there ever was one. Something was going down and Jeremi was willing to bet by sunrise, a fight would break out and news of it would be on the winds faster than a streak of light.<br/><br/>Taking back his hand and running it through his hair, Jeremi sighed before looking down the alley. "Look. My family can be a little...Overbearing, but I haven't known them to kill a guest yet. Not to mention, I'm offering you free room and a meal. If you really don't want to come spend the night, I can't make you. But I don't like the way you sound just now, coughing and so I may put a bit of pressure on you to come with me, but in the end it is still you decision there." Jeremi laid it all out on the table. Yes. He wanted to bring Dmitri home. No. He wasn't going to force the other to come with him. That wouldn't stop him from pointing out things and trying to persuaded the other to change his mind. At least for the next few minutes anyway.