He sighs softly as Luka's hands start wandering again, glancing down to watch them for a moment. He shifts himself slightly, moving his arm out of the way so the other can just uh go wherever he pleases basically.

"That's right. If they're truly curious, they'll ask you. The rest have their own lives to attend to." This is advice his parents gave him over and over again as he hit that awkward tween phase where it feels like everyone is watching you. It's how he thinks the world should work in general, the idea of gossip magazines and paparazzi completely foreign to the way he thinks.