Orsacchiotto. For all he knew, Lucanis had called him a stubborn ass, but it still made something twist pleasantly in his chest. Davrin had had lovers before, as a young Dalish with dreams of the world and with other Wardens when time and temperament allowed. But other than the usual terms of temporary endearment, he'd never had a pet name. There was something appealingly claiming about it, like teeth on his neck.

His free hand wandered up to Lucanis' hair, threading into the soft strands (had it really been so short once, that Lucanis Spite had taken in the fade?) as he broke the kiss just long enough to ask (and it sounded so different without the accented purr that Lucanis spoke with)-

"Orsacchiotto?"

-before returning for another kiss, gently tracing his lower tip with the tip of his tongue.