[Now, now, that word is a little too dismissive for him.

The name of the inn gets a chuckle, but he shakes his head as she tries to defer to him.]

That sounds perfect, sweetheart. I'll be there. Given that I'm passing through town myself, it'd be nice to see what the place has to offer. I walked by it earlier— pretty sure I know exactly where it is.

[Plus, depending on how things go, it's probably more convenient for them to be at her inn than his—]

Looking forward to it. Cross my heart.

[He goes so far as to make the accompanying motion by dragging an index finger over his heart, beneath his open vest. He'll be there!]