Luka bristles at their tone and feels his face flush hot. He didn't expect the Child to care. None of these magical entities really do. He didn't know what he was expecting, truthfully.

"I have more reason to trust him than not." He says, gritting his teeth in frustration. "I could easily just go back to hanging on his every word, doing as I'm told and cutting down your monsters in the street."

Luka's fist is clenched in his lap. Perhaps speaking to this Child was best handled by someone else. He considers getting up and leaving it at this, but knows that wouldn't leave the best impression.