Crossing his legs at the ankles, Lorne's eyes go see where she's looking, and let's face it, it's kinda hard to miss drop gorgeous leonine boys - even his entourage, not quite so feline in appearance, but getting there, are hawt.

He raises his glass with a smile, as the demon lord happens to look his way, and Lorne turns to spread the love of information on to his lady friend. Also known as dishing.

"That's Lord Vayan, of House Varadeem. Old school aristocat with gilded heart. Ever wonder why so many royal houses in the world have lions protecting their coats of arms?" Well...that's food for thought.

"He's so dreamy, isn't he?"