Lucanis is happy to be moved as Davrin wants him to - even if he's not much help, touching, kissing, grasping on to Davrin just to stay steady. The warden almost getting tangled up in the chain does get a brief laugh, but one that's quickly covered by another heated kiss. He's so hungry for Davrin. For the taste of his skin, the sound of his voice, Lucanis is starved for it.

"I could say the same. Then again, with how open you leave your shirts..." he traces the line of Davrin's collarbone with his fingers.