Glamorous would be somewhere warm, where he could wear really nice clothing all of the time. But this is at least a life he enjoys, when he isn't getting caught by the umpteenth person because he doesn't know how to be sneaky. That's not something they teach, unfortunately. Not that he's ever had much of a chance for being taught something that isn't about animals.

He finally smiles in return when Dain notes what's important - that he helps the cats. The animals, really, but he's most partial to cats.

"It isn't like they can help themselves," he says quietly. Moose starts kneading his arm and he shifts her a little so she's instead kneading the leather patch he has on his sleeve just for this. "Someone has to be there for them, and I like helping. And I'm good at it."

Detlef shrugs. "Taking over for the old stablemaster seemed the perfect fit. ...Can I, did..." He takes a breath. "Why are you a Shepherd?"