Well, that's a surprise. For many reasons, not least among them that it's still freezing outside and Dain cannot fathom removing layers even when indoors. That's not, however, the reason he looks for perhaps a bit longer than necessary, before quietly chastising himself -- Lorne's just been flogged.

"No," he manages, "thank you." He won't make Lorne consider the trivialities of being a host when the man is, no doubt, on enforced bedrest. "Although, if you point out where things are -- would you like something to drink?"