"There's a lot practice can do for you," Lorne says, echoing Dain's words. "Whether that means practicing here, in the privacy of your own home--"

And then he hears someone entering the other room. Immediately he falls silent, waiting and listening. What he hears sounds very much like someone voicing their thoughts and actions as they go, and presumably talking to Detlef's aforementioned cats. The person finishes whatever rearranging was necessary and departs, and Lorne breathes out a quiet huff of amusement and relief.

"Friend of yours, I assume?" He shakes his head. "I suppose living with someone may make practicing more difficult." Beat. "Unless he knows...?"