Lorne had seen and heard of weirder things than women having horns. It came with traveling around two galaxies; not much about appearances surprised him anymore.
The faint pattern he could just barely make out intrigued him. It's be interesting to try to capture that in a painting.
"A glass of wine sounds good." He shrugged out of his jacket but held onto it. "If you could just tell me where to put it, that would be great."
He extended his elbow to her, acting the part of a real gentleman. "Shall we?"