Listening closely, Lance seems to relax as Detlef caves, a bit of color returning to his pale face. To the stablehand's suggestion, he gives a small nod.

"I can... if you want to sit in there, I'll let you out when it's all over," he murmurs, gesturing toward one of the cells. Really the only difference between them and the rest of the room is the bars separating them, but the bench has a blanket on it and there are definitely worse places to bide one's time.
Either way, it seems to be optional.

"I don't... I don't think you should go back out."