For all that he was half-naked sitting across Davrin's lap in bed, there was something almost shy about Lucanis when Davrin first spoke. He'd heard Illario complain before about people who got too attached too quickly, worried for a brief moment that he'd done that, that he'd mis-stepped --

But then that hand went into his hair and Davrin offered such a clear token of favor and Lucanis sighed with so much pleasure, leaning in to the touch to his hair.

"Yes. I think I would like that quite a lot, Orsacchiotto."