Davrin very much did, hand coming up around the back of his neck to hold him there for a moment, encouraging. It only seemed fair.

"I've got my weak points."

Which the other man was coming close to topping the list of, it seemed. He wouldn't push, not now, but the idea of a welcoming bed at the end of it all made the upcoming trip to Treviso, and what had to be done during it, take on a different flavor. Assuming Lucanis' brother hadn't killed their grandmother, that was. There would be no amount of skillful seduction that could salvage that night, even if Davrin were the kind of callous rake to focus on implied intimacy in the face of such devastation.