"Hey, wait... Eight talks about me? A lot? What does he say? Specifically." If Luka were in a position to be chinhands-ing, he would be chinhands-ing here. He's a little too excited at the idea that one of the monsters might genuinely have a positive opinion about him.

He's still all ears when bad Luka butts in to ruin the moment, refocusing his attention toward the bar area in the back.

"Not this again..." Luka turns toward him, gritting his teeth. "You want to kill me, right? You're not going to. You're weak."