He gave a considering hum, eyes reopening after the kiss to consider the assassin. The first hunt, the first catch. Davrin wasn't entirely sure where the boundaries were yet. Still, better to try than later sit and wonder if the arrow never fired would have hit the mark.

He placed one hand on his shoulder, gently pushing, encouraging the man to lay back down. But not on his lap again, Davrin ment to follow, hovering over Lucanis if allowed.

"I may have something in mind."