His eyes widen in surprise when Garrot brings his hand forward to feel his chest. Luka himself is pulled slightly forward and down, an awkward shift which has him momentarily worried he might topple forward off of Garrot's shoulders. The motion is so quick and brief that Luka has barely any time to let it sink in, and he barely stumbles over his next words as a result.

"I-Impressive. But I'm not really missing out." He says, mischievously. Luka's playing it cool, but his face is still flushed hot. "Because when you can't see, that's all the more reason you should get to touch instead. Any maybe I'm biased, but touch is so much better than sight."

But Garrot makes the jarring switch from talking pleasure to business again, and Luka follows suit accordingly.

"Gyre is... misguided, yeah." He's not sure how much he should lay out on the table just yet, so he plays it safe with a vague remark. "Zafika has never been interested in speaking much with me. That's kind of suspicious, I think."