The keys nearly slip from Dane's fingers at the request. As a rule he never took people back to his place. In part because that way he could lie about where he lived. It wasn't even always talking it up, sometimes he'd seriously downplay it so people didn't realize that he made a lot more money than the way he presented himself implied. But mostly it was so people couldn't find him again. He was very much a one-night-stand sort of guy, on those rare nights he got with someone. It was better that way, especially if he slipped out before the kicked him out. He couldn't slip out if it was his place.

And yet, he found himself smiling. The words "Of course!" tumbling out of his mouth before he could think it through. Because this guy was handsome. And still here. And tall. And looking at him. And not running away. What could possibly go wrong.

"It's...over here!" It took him a moment to engage the gears of his brain to do the memory thing and recall where he'd parked. Which shouldn't have been such a task since it was only half a block down from the club. The car he led them to was practically a relic. A black hatchback from the 80's, almost uncomfortably low to the ground. "Your chariot awaits!" he announced as he unlocked it. Which he somewhat fumbled and nearly dropped his keys again.