Honestly, the pouting was reasonable; Garrot hates when people are casually dismissive of his accomplishments and he isn't famous! But when he calls Sly a square, well, Luka will feel that typical sensation of Garrot looming over him, almost menacing.

"Careful, Princess, that's my square you're talking about." He's warm and cheerful when he says it, but the underlying threat is impossible to ignore. Unsurprisingly, Garrot is as violently protective as ever. But then the aura of menace fades and, well, he's just warm and happy. "It was around twenty years ago, I think..." He trails off a bit, trying to do time math, but then there's an audible grunt as he just gives up on that. He's old enough he can guesstimate.

"Med school orientation. We were both a bit older than most of our peers. And wiser. And scarier looking." With each addendum, he sounds a little more exasperated at their peers and a little more wistful. "We had a lot in common, and a lot that wasn't. But we're still together, so I guess I'm doing something right." And then there's a hearty chuckle from big ol' Garrot. But then, he chooses to simply wait patiently for Luka's inevitable questions.

At least he's in a better mood now.