What can he say - Luka was a fan of going right for it as much as he was a fan of teasing the suggestion of it.

"A moose? Aren't they really big?" He feels the scar with extra consideration, trying to figure its size and what kind of wound it must have been. "And you took it down with just a bow?"

He's distracted then by Gyre kissing his hand, momentarily forgetting all about the scars. He laughs softly, leaning in to collapse onto the other's shoulder. He finds that its extremely comfortable there, and sinks into him with a relaxed moan.