He arched his back under the light touch, nipping at Lucanis' lower lip in encouragement. The shirt was one of the ones Lucanis had bought for him. It really was well within his rights to remove it. He was further rewarded by him undoing that third button a little faster, palm pressing flat to slide up to the fourth and final one.

"Sounds like he had it coming."

Davrin was very openly not a supporter of murder in general, particularly not murder for hire. But the idea of anyone even attempting to touch Lucanis without his permission? He could allow for some light murder on that account. Had been actively participating in it, to be fair, as they had cut their way to Zara and through everything she and Illario had put together.