Lucanis' eyes were locked onto the movement, held still by that determined expression. So much like his hunts, caught in glances as they both went after Rook to whatever corner of the north they were discovering the secrets of next. Lucanis had never considered what it must be like to have that look aimed towards yourself. His heart lurched so hard in his chest that it ached when Davrin placed that kiss to his palm. He wondered if he should make some gesture too, some declaration of interest, of intent, but he didn't know--

"I don't need sleep, I just need some coffee."

Or their sniping would be back on.