With Moose jumping up into his lap and a cup of something in his hand, Detlef starts to relax a little. You don't talk cats with someone you might turn in later. He thinks.

"She is. More are around than usual since it's so cold out," he says to Dain before looking back over at Lorne. "Only three are really mine. Moose here, and Sir Lurk and Lord Sneak, who are..."

Detlef looks around before shrugging. "Obviously they're the pair that likes hiding. The rest know it's warm and safe here so they congregate when it's cold and otherwise come and go. I name them when they've visited a few times but I like it when they find actual homes."

The faintest smile comes to his face as he looks at Dain again. "Like Miss Pants. I'd check the first stall for her, she's friendly enough with the mare that she'll sit on her and they're both warm that way."