"Minors?" Lorne whirls around enough to nearly slosh his drink out of its glass. His eyes are relatively bugged, mouth agape, the standard fare of someone caught completely unawares. Which is something this demon is unused to.

Then he just blinks some more. Because while he requires a song to fully read someone, his abilities of empathy still retain some power without one. And there's something decidedly different about this little danish.

"Well, how old are you, Cupcake?"