Gyre tilts his head slightly, trying to understand that smile. The idea of enjoying someone giving advice you don't want or don't need sounds annoying to him, but Luka is smiling to sweetly. He supposes it must be different coming from a parent. He can only imagine it feeling like you're a child again though, and that idea sounds so completely infuriating that he decides to set it to the side for now. He can ask more when there are fewer stakes. After the Protector has been dealt with.

He gently squeezes Luka's hand, reaching up to cover his, engulfing his hand with both of his. He sighs faintly, looking away.

"I... want to talk to him. The Protector. While he's trapped," he admits softly. "And I don't think Garrot can hold himself back long enough for me to do that, if I can even convince him to talk in the first place."