Oh, that's not good. Detlef looks between them, wrapping his free arm around the cat a little protectively. What's going to happen if two people who know his secret start fighting? With guards in the village, no less? How are they going to explain that?

"I have some really awful moonshine that's very good at warming, too? We can all go, it doesn't have to be for long." Why is the stranger so insistent?

"And we can have introductions. I still don't know your name," he says to the man who found Lord Friggatebottom. "Unless that's deliberate. Because on second thought I don't need to know it." He wishes it was as easy to stop talking as it was to blow out a candle, but as it's not he may know why the stranger has yet to give his name. Detlef is very bad at shutting up.