Dain uses the silence to finish and pass out the teacups, avoiding Lorne's gaze and trying to work out what to say. He's relieved that Tuo seems happy to take up the initial explanation, but he can't expect that burden to fall entirely on his friend's shoulders, and his thoughts still move far too slowly for his liking. He likes Lorne, of course he does, but he likes plenty of people who would easily be first in line to report his transgressions to the church. Having something hot and sweet to drink is a welcome distraction --

He is my betrothed.

-- until it becomes a choking hazard.

"Do you ever break anything gently?" Dain asks, resigned, once he's able to swallow and use his voice again.