Also like then, Davrin tilted his head towards the touch, smile going soft around the edges despite the heat going through him at the new position. Sweet. Davrin had joined this little group ready to hunt monsters, Spite included, and what he'd caught instead was a touchingly sweet Crow. That also apparently knew what he wanted as he maneuvered the elf against the wall, a position Davrin was more than happy to accommodate. Anywhere Lucanis wanted, he was willing to be.

"I'd always heard all Antivans were hopeless romantics at heart."