Lorne smiled. Mainly because if this guy's idea of having fun was having a cat, something had to be done. For the love of Streisand.
"Riveting things, cats. You need more fun in your life!"
It was almost a shout. And Lorne was intruding. And he knew. But this was just sad. And he could DO something about it, couldn't he? At least a little?
"Witness!" the demon said, grabbing a passerby and beginning to waltz with her, while resuming the hum. She smiled and laughed and Lorne bowed to her as he let her go.