"Hmmmmm~" Luka's hum is drawn out as he takes an agonizingly long moment to think over Gyre's proposition. He knows that allowing Gyre to undress him first is relinquishing that first bit of control to him, and debates whether to allow his foot in the door so easily.

"If it will really help you decide," he relents, sliding one hand down to rest at Gyre's elbow. Luka figures he had plenty of opportunity to turn the tables should he change his mind. "Then who am I to hold things up?"