[Luca is more than ready to continue this little "squabble" for as long as it goes on. What he isn't ready for is Zahliya holding his hand. For the conversation to turn so serious, bordering on heartfelt. Anyone else, and he might have pulled away in exasperation.

But Zahliya's always been a strange one. And try as he might, Luca can hardly deny the growing affection he feels for the Gargoyle.]

I am concerned, do not get me wrong. [But they both know that.] There is just something about you. It... makes me feel -

[Luca pauses, searching for the words. When he fails, he makes a vague motion with his hand, scowling faintly in his frustration.]

When I was younger, I wasn't... like this. Kiera and I were known for terrorizing our fellow nobles with all manner of foolishness. And sometimes - [He pauses, jaw tensing as he chews on the inside of his cheek.] You make me feel like that anew.