Lucanis was not much for religion, himself, which seemed only helpful these days. When your response to the Chantry was simply paying lip service, whether or not any of it was real mattered distinctly less. While Bellara had been open about her faith and how this was shaking her, it occured to Lucanis only then that aside from the Dalish face tattoos he bore, Davrin talked little of his past and almost none about his own beliefs. A question for another time - when Davrin wasn't so tempting beneath him, especially that neck of his.

"Your self control is not absolute, noble hunter?"

Lucanis' voice was a warm tease, letting his hand trail down Davrin's neck, skating along his collarbone and his chest, lips following shortly after along cheek, jaw, neck - pausing there as he brought teeth into the kiss. Not so hard, not right away, waiting to see if Davrin enjoyed it as much as Lucanis did.