Lukar's gaze had been focused intently on Lance, "You're quite the smooth talker, must be quite a few girls who like you?"
"Those are matters of personal privacy, but...," Lance said with a chuckle as he nodded, "Indeed, there are girls who like me."
"Lukar, I've got a curious question I'd like to ask you, I'm wondering if you'd be willing to chat."
Lukar didn't have anything else to do today, the events of this week had been too damn thrilling, even those astonishing novels couldn't match such exciting plot developments.
Even now, he felt an unreal sensation, and he detected a very peculiar odor, the scent of gunpowder.
While dealing with Lance, his reason was somewhat swayed by emotion, he knew this wasn't right, yet everyone knows there are certain things one shouldn't do, but ends up doing them anyway.
