"Maybe he saw us together," he murmurs, making a low, amused sound in his throat. "We were uh, brazen last night." He brings Luka's hands to his lips, kissing the back of it and then grinning against his skin so he can feel it. He's definitely teasing, trying to keep it as light as he can in the face of all this.

"Or maybe it was the sword..." he muses after that, recalling the blade as it was pulled out of Luka's head. He hopes Twelve wouldn't have done that if it put them in danger though, and........ his thoughts stop there. He rewinds what Luka just said, and clicks his tongue in confusion.

"What is... the sauce?"