Lucanis looked into his coffee cup rather than watch Davrin get dressed, the way his muscles in his back moved as he did. There was no need to ensure that nothing was tearing, no spotting, no bleeding... so, a modicum of privacy, never mind that he had watched the whole measuring process. It felt... more illicit, somehow, without the third party involved. As he considered what to say, if he wanted to say anything, Davrin beat him to the punch. The question made him startle a moment, blinking at the other man before he recognized the prompt.

"Yes. My pet snake," he clarified. Because of course 1) he had a pet snake and 2) he had named her Irene.