Tuo's jealousy comes from the same wellspring as all his other feelings. That night, it had merely bubbled up to the surface alongside his pain and loneliness.

At present he is visibly delighted as Lorne gamely plays along, laughing brightly while seating himself at the table too. He gives Dain a peculiar little smile while he busies himself unwrapping the scarf that usually keeps his mess of hair in check; habit means he often removes it once indoors. "I shall have tea," he informs Dain without losing the impish glitter in his eyes, "and before I forget--"

He shifts and reaches into his pocket, fishes out a small plush figurine that is dressed suspiciously like a Cliffside soldier, and slides it across the table to Lorne. "For you," he says. A pause, and then he mimes jabbing it with something sharp. "This one shan't tattle on you to the commander."

And if it happens to contain a bit of a soldier's spilt blood in its stuffing, as per Saaristomeri custom back home, well, what Lorne doesn't know, etc.