Davrin had been about to hold back, focus on getting out. He didn't want to remember it happening in the Fade version of a Venatori dungeon, where in the wrong angle of light he could still see bruises on the Crow's wrists and ankles. He'd been ready to let it go and wait.

But they were back in the Lighthouse. In Lucanis' (practical, but still in his opinion a little insane) hideaway behind the kitchen where everything smelled like coffee and herbs. This place was fine for it.

He should have probably checked that Lucanis wasn't in a hair-trigger mood, ready to stop Davrin's progress without thinking, but he was already in too much of a forward momentum. Assuming no grappling or sudden appearance of knives, he ignored the question and closed the few steps between them to return his hand to the back of Lucanis' neck and hold him in place for a firm, but relatively chaste, kiss.