If only Luka could see Garrot in all his semi-monstrous glory, he'd realized that Garrot has been used to this reaction since long before he could even fight. He had to learn how to smile in ways that were inoffensive. So he's very used to placating unnerved humans, like it or not.

"Love? Nah, love's always made me stupid." He says that like it's obvious, even though Luka's never seen him be near anyone he loves. Granted, a good joke also makes Garrot stupid. But he starts to close in on himself a little bit, because, well.

"Spirituality, actually." Once he says it, he reaffirms his confidence and stops shrinking away. It's like he's looming again, except he's bright like the sun. "I got tired of all the fighting," read as: he maybe killed a man and had a crisis of conscience, "so I left and sought out balance and harmony and inner peace." A beat passes, and he cracks a little smile. "I'm friends with warrior monks." Garrot says it like he's twelve, filled with awe and excitement and whimsy.