He takes a breath and sits down as well, as Miss Pants accepts Dain's attention with a bump of her forehead against his fingers. This will take some trust, but he doesn't have any real choice in the matter. Miss Pants' approval helps a little bit, though.

"That's the point," is what he says, far from his actual train of thought. "She was the runt of the litter and wasn't eating well so I took her in and named her and now we'll see how big she gets." There's quiet pride in his words. Moose, for her sake, seems content to be held with one arm while receiving headscratches.

Detlef is quiet for a few moments, letting Moose's purring calm him down further, before he looks back over at Dain.

"So you're... stationed here? Do shepherds do stations?"