An errand with Lucanis, sans his typical plate armor. In Antiva City. Something about it felt like a trap- he couldn't imagine what else it possibly could be but a trap. But at the same time it wasn't any kind of trap he could figure out the point of. They hadn't ever actually been trying to kill each other, despite previous snipes and posturing to the contrary. And even if they had, Davrin was confident they'd moved past it. Rook wasn't here, or anyone else that Lucanis might enjoy pulling a joke over on Davrin in front of, like his little stunt where he asked for a shoulder massage after pretending Davrin needed to kill Spite to save them all.

It was just...weird. But that was nothing new with the assassin.

So Davrin did indeed keep easily up running around the roof tops of what was, undeniably, a beautiful city. One he'd never had cause to visit, considering the Blight had never really been an issue in Antiva- until recently. He didn't look over at Lucanis as the thought of Treviso slipped through his mind, but he was sure, somehow, it was never not on the other man's.

He has saved from that grim line of thought as Lucanis finally made their destination clear. He look at the sign, then to Lucanis, then back to the sign. Unmoving for the moment.

Still the weirdest damn trap he'd ever walked into.

"There's easier ways to get me flowers."