As much as Lorne is anxious to get their relative positions and knowledge of each other sorted out sooner rather than later, he can recognize what Dain is doing. Dain already knows Detlef, knows something of his life, and Lorne doesn't yet. He sighs softly. Patience.

Lorne sits too, leaving the space between for Dain, and can't help but feel genuine warmth at Moose's undaunted approach. Detlef likes cats, that's obvious. "You're creative with names," he compliments as he accepts the cup, aiming to keep up the tenor of Dain's conversational manner. "How many pets do you have?"