Not in a hair trigger mood. A little disoriented - now made that much more so with the sudden approach and hand on his neck again and - oh - oh. His question about what Davrin was doing dies on his lips, lips now pressed to Davrin's, no chance to second guess himself or talk himself out of it.

And the world doesn't end. Spite doesn't jump out to stab anyone. Nothing awful happens. It's just a kiss. Simple and sweet and Lucanis is stunned for only a moment before he's returning it, his own hands going around Davrin's waist.

Spite and him need to hash things out more, but - Spite lets him have this, and stays quiet.