The entire joke is completely lost on Luka, and not entirely because he isn't privy to the visual elements of it all. In fact, he might be even more lost if he were sighted. The feeling that Luka is somehow intruding upon something not meant for him returns, and he gives up attempting to piece together what just occurred.

He instead navigates back to the bench, feeling carefully for where he'd last left his coffee. He takes a long, drawn out sip after returning to his position on the bench.

"Anyway," He begins, his tone demanding attention. "How do I explain my face to the Protector?"