Davrin, too, was ready to celebrate the lack of buttons. If he ever went to Antivan City again he was going to that tailor and demanding- okay, politely requesting- he keep ease of removal in mind. Five buttons at most.

He released Lucanis' neck long enough to haul him up to a sitting position and help him finally shuck all those layers off, almost tangling his own hand in that damn chain in the process. He stayed sitting up once the garments were removed, watching his own fingers trail down from that bite mark to the hem of his trousers. Not avoiding or reaching to touch any particular scars, just following the natural lines of his chest.

"You should just walk around the Lighthouse like this."