Alas, Assan perks up at the magical word- though it's hard for Davrin to tell if he actually can spell, or just now associates anything spelled out with food and treats. He slides off their laps, happily turning in excited circles and chirping for the expected reward, before sitting and looking Lucanis in the eye. Hopefully. Lovingly.

Where. Are. His. Treats.

"Well, he understands you."

There were more truffles in the bag he'd brought, Davrin wasn't insane enough to try making a tea out of the stuff without some just for Assan. But he'll hold off offering for a moment. Watching someone else get harassed for a change brought a grin to his face. No wonder Rook enjoyed hyping Assan up then walking away for Davrin to deal with.