He'd definitely get in trouble for that. They both would--Myr for not stopping him, now that the shape of this fine little encounter's begun to unfold. (At one point he'd've been credulous enough to take them up on the offer and not see the teeth behind it; thank Kirkwall he's not, now.)

Best to try talking, first; it's what he's good at. "I'm afraid I've got to back my friend up here, gentlemen," he answers, with a sweet and apologetic smile. It looks unfeigned, and that's what matters. "We've neither of us the wherewithal to purchase a guide, but we certainly appreciate the offer."

He reaches out a hand to rest on Gareth's shoulder, like he's steadying the other mage. Practically it's an opportunity to tag Gareth with a fragment of a tracker glyph (Myr should ask before doing that, he knows, but now's not the time with the situation as brittle as it is--and if he's got to play support it will help to pick Lúcio in this meta know where he's casting).