Lucanis' business was murder, and his main hobby was taking care of people. What would he have become, had his grandmother not needed a weapon? He's not sure what caused Spite to be the demon that they were finally able to make stick. He knew it was not what Zara had been planning on, that he was a 'failure'. What she was actually trying for he was not sure.

He wanted to ask if that sentiment was what Davrin had learned from his parents, from his clan, before he had left them to ultimately join the Wardens. It wasn't his business, he knew, but he was just as curious what kind of life made someone like Davrin.

Before he could do something like let that foolish curiosity get the better of him, though, La Rosa returned with a bundle of fabric in a deep midnight blue that looked black in lower lighting.

"Here we go - if you please, Sir Warden, I just need to check the fit to see to any minor adjustments first," the older man said, cheerful.