Spite was not interfering... but he was watching, curious as to the goings-on. He had at least seemingly learned his lesson about commentary. At least while Davrin could hear.

That little bit of praise went straight to Lucanis' gut, lower, and he forced his hands to relax enough to spread his fingers along Davrin's flank, to feel the solid muscle of him through the fabric of his shirt. His breathing was coming out rough, nothing to be done about it, far rougher than it really deserved with such light kisses and touches, but - it was all new, and Lucanis thought even if it wasn't he would still be this way with the Warden.

When Davrin paused before continuing on - kept his lips from just quite touching Lucanis', well. Davrin had asked he not be quiet. The whine was a little pathetic, a lot shameless, and Lucanis leaned up to try to close the distance himself if Davrin would let him.