"Absolutely not." Luka cuts in, immediately shutting down the idea. "I'd sooner confess everything that happened here. A spell..."

He hesitates, grimacing almost as much at the idea as he had at imagining being punched again.

"... Well, it could work, if you're sure he wouldn't notice your magic. I'm not very eager to look like busted garbage again so soon after getting my face back, though."

"Actually," He pauses to sip from the mug, finishing off what was left of his coffee. "I don't know what I'll tell him about, well, any of this. Why I went with Ten, what happened when I was here... I thought I'd tell him partial truths, but even that seems like too much."

He sets the now emptied mug down next to him.

"That's all assuming that he's even willing to hear what I have to say."