Garrot's muscles tense slightly as Luka actually goes to touch his tattoo. If the Princess were to trip or slip on a rock or something, he'd want to be able to spring into action. But at the question, he just... shrugs and offers a very noncommittal grunt.

"Yeah." A beat. "I mean, probably?" Garrot follows that vagueness up with a wry little chuckle. "I don't even remember. It was... more than twenty-five years ago..." There's a bit of wistful sighing at days gone by, at youth misspent, but poor Garrot doesn't let himself feel like an old man quite yet.

"I was..." He trails for a bit, a dash of uncharacteristic hesitation in his voice for all of a moment until he pushes through it, brash and cocky. "Probably drunk. Or high. Or both?" And then he chokes out a vicious little cackle. Oh, he was such a scamp in his younger days. "Yeah, probably both."

Doctor dad did drugs????