A grin spread over his face without him meaning it to. That wasn't what he'd been expecting, had figured it would be...something. Hard, dark talk. Blight and revenge and everything else they were buried in their necks up to. That, though? It shook wondering what Lucanis had thought Spite meant right out of his head. Davrin supposed it was a good thing Lucanis had his hands on his waist and not his neck or chest, because he certainly would have felt the way Davrin's pulse sped up.

"We already agreed on the hunt. You don't have to ask."

Lucanis had just as much right to turn Davrin into the prey, after all. Two predators willingly circling one another.