Even though it was his throat, Lucanis couldn't quite manage that same purring sound that Spite did. Still there was a pleased groan at the touch, his eyes sliding shut. And Spite ever so helpfully started making that odd purring sound on his own to fill in, in case it wasn't clear that Lucanis was enjoying himself.

It paused when Lucanis let put a snort of held back laughter, reaching up to pat Davrin's boot - the one he kept a knife in.

"How many knives do you have, hm?"