"I'm glad." He says, still dumbfounded at her sudden appearance. Luka passes the mug back to the bench. It was, in fact, quite hot. Too hot to hold on his lap.

"How'd you make him think you were dead?" He asks, after a moment of silence passes. "He has eyes everywhere and he's not easy to fool."

He hopes this isn't a sensitive subject. Luka has found he doesn't quote approach the concept of death well, lately.