Lucanis double-checked that none of the openings on her enclosure were unlatched before he turned away from it to regard Davrin. He had no control of the glowing, of Spite's wings, but sometimes the demon and him were on the same page.

The wings flashed and stretched out in a brilliant display before vanishing again, Lucanis looking at Davrin expectantly.

"You were saying, Orsacchiotto?"

No, it wasn't exactly magic, but still...