He wasn't sure what time it was, but it seemed the night had fallen upon the city. Such a wasted day.
As he walked the halls, aimlessly, the seriousness in his expression was unusual; it was far from his habitual grin. It was the first time, for as long as the young man could remember, that he was truly concerned with something; and the worst part was that he didn't even know what the something was exactly.
As he went over those, and many other, thoughts in his mind, a female voice provided him with a much needed distraction: “I haven’t met you before, have I?”
Luckas stopped, quietly examining this new acquaintance, his eyes lingering on the armor the woman was wearing before looking up and locking on hers. A grin spread wide on his features as he answered to her question. "Well, how am I expected to know who you do or do not know, Miss? I know who I know, but then I'm not sure how well I can say that I know them, or that they know me. I can't quite know how well one can truly know oneself either, so perhaps no one really knows me or themselves, or each other for that matter. It is all very confusing, if you'd ask me." He said, shaking his head. After having said all that really, really, fast, he simply awaited the woman's response. That was what would tell him how he would truly act towards her.
Sure, he had promised to behave as much as possible, but as much as possible wasn't really all that much. Looking at this woman, he almost hoped she'd give him an excuse to misbehave.