"I can't dislike what I don't hear." The words are immediate, a conscious avoidance of the issue. "I'll literally be holding the crowd back, and they'll probably be loud enough that if you're quiet, I won't hear anything." But then he pauses, arching an eyebrow and squinting into the distance.

"I'll keep an eye on you, but come up with a signal so we don't have to, y'know, yell at each other in front of all those people." Ball's in your court again, Luka. At least Garrot's busy focusing on bodyguard logistics instead of is own repressed trauma...