The Protector was expecting Luka to arrive, and he greets him accordingly. He's already been sipping on a mug of some kind of herbal tea. It smells exotic, like something this restaurant doesn't stock, which means he brought it himself.

"She sought me out to keep me distracted." He answers Luka's open question about the 'bit of a scrap'.

"And more knights are dead because of it." He sighs openly, clinking his spoon against the mug of his tea.

"I made her pay."