[Luca doesn't intend to actually fight the boy. Probably. But between the insults and general stubbornness, he has to set a standard. If the kid thinks he can get away with anything around him, then his reputation would only suffer.
In many ways, he doesn't expect the child to arm himself and meet him head on. While he keeps a stern face, his brain is already scrambling for a way out — one that wouldn't damage what the kid thought of him, or get said kid killed.
And then he asks that question. There is the - obvious connotation that makes his stomach tighten uncomfortably. But there's no malice there, just... actual curiosity. Somehow, that baffles Luca even more. While his feathers are no less ruffled and his eyes no less aglow, his brows raise into an expression that's far more taken aback than on guard.]
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In many ways, he doesn't expect the child to arm himself and meet him head on. While he keeps a stern face, his brain is already scrambling for a way out — one that wouldn't damage what the kid thought of him, or get said kid killed.
And then he asks that question. There is the - obvious connotation that makes his stomach tighten uncomfortably. But there's no malice there, just... actual curiosity. Somehow, that baffles Luca even more. While his feathers are no less ruffled and his eyes no less aglow, his brows raise into an expression that's far more taken aback than on guard.]
What the hells kind of question is that?