Good. If nothing else, one drink of paint-stripping moonshine will give them time to be clear with each other while calming some nerves. That's all the time he wants, really. Lorne relaxes a little, nods to Dain, and turns towards Detlef. He doesn't follow just yet, waiting for Dain to move first with the intent of walking beside him.

"No, that wasn't deliberate," he says with some strained amusement. "Lorne Ward, new addition to the Watch." He gestures towards the stables. "After you, Dain."