"Uh huh," Lucanis replies, smiling against Davrin's lips before the next kiss, like he doesn't believe that reason. Okay, he sort of does, but he finds it hard to believe there's not a little desire to show off there. If nothing else, who wouldn't, if they looked like Davrin looked? He's certain he's caught Neve looking more than once, too. Davrin is good to look at, this is an objective fact. He's so caught up in the kissing, the touching - but the fingers tracing the long scars against his back somehow catch him by surprise. He tenses without meaning to, and there's a brilliant flash of purple as Spite's wings suddenly manifest, purple veilfire that can scorch stone but doesn't burn Lucanis - or Davrin.

"-- Sorry - sorry - just - surprised-"