Luka was almost as unprepared as Garrot was for the Protector's sudden buff. He tenses upright in his seat, knocking his near-emptied mug over on the table as the magic passes through him.

"Ugh, did it have to be... like that?" He mutters, trying to shake off the clingy static feeling. This wasn't the first time Luka had magical forces thrust upon him, and as such he's less perturbed by its intrusive nature than he is by the fact that its messing with his clothes and hair.

"Hey! What is that supposed to mean?" He retorts in Garrot's direction. Luka would consider himself a fine salesman. He's offended.