That grin speeds up Lucanis' pulse. They have things they need to do - he needs the coffee, needs to meet with the other Crows to make plans, but - he needs another kiss from Davrin, first.

Needs this precious moment to last as long as it can.

He hasn't pursued anyone like this. Never had this kind of hunt. It's easier with Davrin having crossed that threshold first. Lucanis knows he'd have probably chickened out of a kiss otherwise. Lost his nerve, consumed with the doubts of someone he cared about having seen him in such a state, being such a failure. Would have over-thought every step and been lucky if whoever caught his eye didn't get bored waiting.

... was doing it even now, apparently.

"Don't be so smug, Orsacchiotto."

Except there's nothing but fondness in his voice before he presses another kiss to Davrin's lips, a little less chaste.