"Hmm." Luka sounds unsure, still considering the idea of himself with bodily scars. "Well, I don't think they'd ruin my look... but I'd rather not be sliced up in the first place. I'm not very good at handling pain."

And then Garrot offers to allow him to touch his scars, and Luka is all too eager to accept. He didn't like to admit just how much he enjoyed touching people. His desire to touch felt othering at times, and he never liked singling himself out in that manner.

But his hands reach to find Garrot's arm. He's utterly unconcerned in the moment with how he might be appearing to an outsider - after all, he'd already ridden the man's shoulders today.

"Show me where." He says, waiting for Garrot to guide his hands to the right position.