He could see the moment Lucanis picked up on the game, and the look of recognition paired with the acceptance of the invitation sent his blood rushing. It would take a few minutes to remove just out of sheer practicality for how much more securely fitted the armor was compared to casual clothing, but he had no intentions of drawing it out this time. What the future held with the Gods and Lucanis leading the Crows was uncertain, but here and now Davrin knew exactly what he wanted.

He came within inches of Lucanis before slightly side stepping, moving to stand behind him and trail his fingers along the back of neck, down along where his spine would be below the armor.

"Do you want to lock the door? The party will end eventually."