Who was he to refuse such an invitation? He slid off the log, repositioning himself to sit in front of Lucanis, back facing the other man, and tilted his head back to rest against one thigh. Truly baring his neck to the other man.

He watched with a faint smile as Assan tried to earn another treat with a variety of poses and inquiring noises, but didn't move towards the bag or suggest he'd earned some more. They didn't need him getting used to endless treats.

"Thanks. For coming here with me. I don't usually know what to do with downtime."

Even his main hobby of whittling served a purpose, making models of creatures to help preserve their memory and knowledge of how to fight them.