Like attracts like, it seems. Dain respectfully does not say this out loud.
"No," he says instead, in answer to that question. "Pets don't work very well with the sort of life I lead. They'd be lonely; I'd be lonely. It would defeat the entirety of the purpose." And he will not let Miss Pants' fluffy white rear sway him, as Detlef hinted at before, no matter how much he'd pay someone to immortalise said rear in a painting.
Besides -- Lorne's making a fine show of small talk, but it's obvious what he really wants to talk about, and if they're going to clear up lingering uncertainty, might as well do that sooner rather than later.
It's forever fortunate that Dain has so much practice keeping a calm, rational manner when his heart pounds wildly inside his chest. He starts with: "You are safe, Detlef, you and your cats, from me. I suspect you're also safe from Lorne, though --" Here, Dain looks at the guardsman, puzzlement furrowing his brow. "-- I'm not sure why."
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"No," he says instead, in answer to that question. "Pets don't work very well with the sort of life I lead. They'd be lonely; I'd be lonely. It would defeat the entirety of the purpose." And he will not let Miss Pants' fluffy white rear sway him, as Detlef hinted at before, no matter how much he'd pay someone to immortalise said rear in a painting.
Besides -- Lorne's making a fine show of small talk, but it's obvious what he really wants to talk about, and if they're going to clear up lingering uncertainty, might as well do that sooner rather than later.
It's forever fortunate that Dain has so much practice keeping a calm, rational manner when his heart pounds wildly inside his chest. He starts with: "You are safe, Detlef, you and your cats, from me. I suspect you're also safe from Lorne, though --" Here, Dain looks at the guardsman, puzzlement furrowing his brow. "-- I'm not sure why."