No Warden, Lucanis heard no blight song - just the music of Davrin's voice, his breathing, and both were the most beautiful things he'd ever heard. How he wanted Davrin - what a question. Especially since he wasn't sure there was a single way he didn't want the Warden.

"Si. This way, any other way. Your skin against my skin. The taste of you better than the finest wine."

His tongue traced the scars along Davrin's chest.

"I want to learn to take you into my mouth the way you did for me."