Lucanis knew he should only feel alarm or worse at someone's hands on his throat, but when Davrin's fingers traced there it sent the same hot and cold rush through him that had nothing to do with upset, like when he gently put his hand on the back of Lucanis' neck. Something to shove into a corner to think about later, or maybe never at all.

The ear touching was much more pleasant to think about, the way it sent a shiver through him.

"Stiletto daggers and poison darts are practical."