If nothing else, Warden training had prepared him enough to catch a dangerous pair of flying pants. He caught the clothing in one hand, registering what it was only after, and then cocked his head to the side to Lucanis up and down. The hunt for linens was off, but Davrin clearly had a different one in mind as he slowly started to stalk towards Lucanis, outlined in moonlight from the still open curtains behind him.

"The First Talon can't be expected to undress himself, can he?"