No, Dylan didn't know that, and so he whips his head in her direction, staring at her. He should probably be offering up something of his own, to make Damien the better target, but -- Jesus, what? He might even say that last bit out loud. He's really not sure, at this point.

Damien, meanwhile, looks between the both of them, frowning, before finally slipping a hand into his pocket. Pulling out what appears to be a wooden coin, meticulously cut and covered in sigils, he holds it up so she can see it, then tosses it to her. "Fine. Here."

And fuck you, too, lady.