A simple nod and grunt is all Garrot offers. Of course Luka won't die. The Monkey Knight will protect him. That's the job.
"I think they could..." Garrot trails off, taking a moment to eye Luka up and thinking about the needs of his job. And then his hand starts to move.
"If they were here..." He runs a single clawed finger from Luka's shoulder down his collarbone. It continues, dodging the abdomen until it touches down on the opposite thigh, like one giant slice. "Or here... places that most people won't see." His words are dripping with a brazen sort of intimacy. But then he chuckles, removing his hand altogether.
"I've got some on my arms if you wanna touch 'em." And suddenly Garrot is rolling up one of his sleeves and, lo and behold, if Luka gets handsy there will be a few faded gashes along his toned forearm. Is he... is he comparing cuts and gashes to, like, something serious?
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"I think they could..." Garrot trails off, taking a moment to eye Luka up and thinking about the needs of his job. And then his hand starts to move.
"If they were here..." He runs a single clawed finger from Luka's shoulder down his collarbone. It continues, dodging the abdomen until it touches down on the opposite thigh, like one giant slice. "Or here... places that most people won't see." His words are dripping with a brazen sort of intimacy. But then he chuckles, removing his hand altogether.
"I've got some on my arms if you wanna touch 'em." And suddenly Garrot is rolling up one of his sleeves and, lo and behold, if Luka gets handsy there will be a few faded gashes along his toned forearm. Is he... is he comparing cuts and gashes to, like, something serious?