"Hey, I'm being practical. I wouldn't want one of your birds challenging me to a duel in your honor if they hear me getting it wrong."

The small smile was growing by the moment in the face of Lucanis' exasperation. It seemed somethings would never change, whatever the titles. And Davrin was grateful for it as he allowed himself to be tugged along. Hardly the exit of a bodyguard, but it wasn't his place to try and shape a perception of what they were before the Houses of Crows. It was thrilling, really, to be something close to claimed, no matter how discreetly. This was no master of the house keeping a secret elf in his bed hidden behind closed doors.