His smile turned amused for a moment as Lucanis- and there wasn't a better word he could think of just then- fussed over him with a pillow. It was endearing, particularly since they were in Lucanis' bed, in his room, in his mansion- hells, in his city, for all purposes. But First Talon or abomination exile, Lucanis remained the same, at least in this. There was something to be said about a man, that on the night of his ascent to power it wasn't in his head.

He raised one hand to play with the other man's hair whenever it was in range as he explored his territory. Not guiding or forceful, simply running his fingernails softly along his scalp as Davrin took his own turn to sigh and moan, encouraging him on.