Like an already familiar habit, he tilted towards the caress, not caring for a moment that he may be turning more and more like Assan in seeking and appreciating Lucanis' petting.
"Your grandmother won't have words about that?"
He was going to assume the best outcome, at least from Lucanis' perspective, that she was alive and would remain so. Given the man had spent his life living up to that particular (probably terrifying) woman's expectations, it seemed only fair to consider if he'd still want to make Davrin that offer if she refused hospitality.
"An elven Warden in her favorite grandson's suite?"
His swallowed in slight surprise after that, eyes flickering between Lucanis'. He hadn't quite meant- had just spoke without thinking-
"Or somewhere else. In the Estate."
Assuming they'd be sharing a bed because of an afternoon date. Maybe the tea wasn't fully worn off.
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"Your grandmother won't have words about that?"
He was going to assume the best outcome, at least from Lucanis' perspective, that she was alive and would remain so. Given the man had spent his life living up to that particular (probably terrifying) woman's expectations, it seemed only fair to consider if he'd still want to make Davrin that offer if she refused hospitality.
"An elven Warden in her favorite grandson's suite?"
His swallowed in slight surprise after that, eyes flickering between Lucanis'. He hadn't quite meant- had just spoke without thinking-
"Or somewhere else. In the Estate."
Assuming they'd be sharing a bed because of an afternoon date. Maybe the tea wasn't fully worn off.