Oh, there's nothing really stopping Davrin from running... except Lucanis is watching him, with that damn slight smirk like he's daring Davrin to do it, to admit failure, to choose escape instead of some simple harmless task.

"You are getting a new shirt," Lucanis said smoothly, before pausing and correcting (after looking Davrin up and down and remembering that shredded pile of cloth). "Several new shirts."

La Rosa was politely silent while they talked, until Lucanis turned to him again.

"Just one for today to ensure the correct fit, the rest send to the Estate. I will need my measurements taken again as well, I think, but please take care of Warden Davrin first. Does your wife still make the coffee?"

"She does!" La Rosa said cheerfully, gesturing them to follow him into the back where the setup was far more intimate, a space for someone to stand to have their measurements taken with mirrors all around to check a proper fit, and another chaise longue for whoever was with. Lucanis removed his coat to hang near the doorway and took that seat.

"Alessa, darling!" he called into a different back room, "Ser Dellamorte and his guest, coffee if you please!"