No, you're too busy. Or just not interested.

You feel like you're kicking a puppy, but you answer, “No, I'm sorry. We need to purchase supplies then turn in early. We'll be leaving at dawn. Perhaps when we return, though.”

“Oh,” yes, he looks like a kicked puppy. “I understand. Your quest is very important to Havensport. That comes first.” He gives you a small hopeful look, “Perhaps, when you return, then.” He excuses himself, slinking out of the inn.

Kheden punches you in the shoulder, roughly enough to make you need to take a step back to recover your balance. “You daft fool!” he says a little too loudly for your comfort inside the in. A couple patrons glance over, but their gaze doesn't linger long. “The boy wants you.” Kheden actually looks a bit upset with you.

You blink in surprise at his passion over this. “I don't have the time or patience for a virgin. He's probably just awed by being rescued. It's a passing fancy. Indulging with someone like him in a place like this is almost guaranteed to be more trouble than it's worth. I don't know if Lord Rastal is the type for public executions, either. I'm actually saving you the trouble of looking for a new adventuring partner.”

Kheden shakes his head, “I don't like thinking you're lonely. An opportunity like this doesn't come along often. It's like the the gods that write our fates are disinclined to such things.” He lets out a heavy sigh, then raises his hand to clasp your shoulder firmly. “Promise me you'll seek him out when we return.”

His words have an impact on you, but you just sigh in return. “I promise maybe.”

Kheden squeezes your shoulder enough to just start to be painful. “That's not what I said.”

“Ow! You brute!” You twist away from his grasp. “Fine! Fine... when we return, then.” You shake out your shoulder. “If you're worried about a lack of affection in my life, then you can buy me some trinkets.” You make for the door of the inn. Kheden scoffs behind you, but follows.