Everybody chokes sometimes, but Davrin isn't complaining about the slow and steady experimental approach. Very in favor, in fact, spreading his legs wider to allow any and all access needed. Somewhere in the back of his mind he registers this would be the perfect moment for some assassination attempt to happen, but forces it down. He has to trust that this night of all nights even a Crow house should be secure- and they still had Spite, who was presumably paying some attention.

In a silent apology for letting his mind wander for even a fragment of a second, he used his free hand to gather any of Lucanis' hair falling free and getting in his face, holding to back. That is cleared his own view of everything was naturally just a side benefit.