Still Lance can feel the dread pulsing in him; not because Detlef has ever been a troublemaker, or even unpleasant, but because of what they both know and the fact that the young man can never seem to keep his mouth shut.

Maybe that's a virtue. ...it's a virtue when one doesn't have a secret that will get them killed. Or potentially more than them.

"It's fine," he says, with a little sigh, and beckons him up the back staircase-- he doesn't like when people come through the barracks, if only because they'll see where he sleeps, and he's as private about that as he is anything else.