[tickets to the illegal theatre. Dantes actually laughs, sharp in the air, but the grin on his face says it's not so cruelly meant.]

You've struck at my heart, to pick such a thing. It's true that I've been quite a poor patron of the arts here, with how rare it is - I thank you sincerely for these.

[he tucks them back into the envelope, setting it down on the table before resuming breakfast.]

So, which upcoming nights are you free?