He'd jerked his hands back at the response, pulling back as well to check Lucanis' eyes to see if Spite was sticking around to make himself known now that the tea was fading and Davrin couldn't hear his comments easily organically. But, no, the assassin is back. He reached forward to trace one side of his face, from temple to chin, with curiosity only a lightly tinged with concern.

"Good or bad surprise?"