Now that he's not in danger of coughing it back up, Lorne finally takes a sip of his tea. There's clear amusement at Tuo's stage whisper in his eyes as he drinks. An eyebrow rises marginally at the language shift, but he'll let that be unless they both start speaking in something he doesn't understand for an extended period.

The amusement fades the longer he looks at Dain, and he nods. Safety. Dain's life depends on his secrets being kept, Lorne knows that with grim certainty. Tuo's may also for reasons unknown. But neither of them are refusing, simply being cautious. Absently Lorne wonders when the last time was they didn't need to be.

He glances around the kitchen, quiet now that it is filled only with adults and not the numerous children both blood and not whom he grew up with, and helped raise. The house will rarely be so empty as it is today, but: "Well, you know where to find me," Lorne says, gesturing to the room and the house at large. "I can't guarantee this level of privacy, but you're welcome here. Even just for tea," he adds more wryly, taking another sip. "Though you'll have to be prepared for my sister. She's a spitfire."