Honestly if he had suggested breaking out the wine Lucanis would have lightly protested until the tea wore off at least, so they were on the same page about mixing toxins. He had not somehow expected Davrin to turn the tables on him so. He was a little awkward at first with the movement - when was the last time he laid a head in someone's lap? When he was a small child, maybe. Long enough ago that it may as well have happened to someone else.

"Alright?" he finally asked when he'd laid back on Davrin's lap to look up at him, dark hair spread out across the Warden's thighs. Then-

"Our contracts are usually against people, not bears. We can rough it if we need, but that tends to mean terrible inns or flophouses to avoid being noticed. The last time I had a contract to take me into the woods was against an Orlesian nobleman who fancied himself a big game hunter- his camp was larger than the Lighthouse and fully staffed."