[Nobody ever said Luke had great timing. Given...you know...that he didn't help save Olympus until the very last minute. He doesn't fully relax until the scythe is away and yeah, okay, no need for crazy laughter. That was bad. Ahem.

With Adam on the mattress, Luke winds up flipping so he's laying on the floor and staring at the ceiling. He seems to be making himself comfortable. This was both a good and bad way to spend his last couple of hours of valued player time. It was bad in the sense that he's wired from retelling that whole story...but it was good that it went as well as it did.]

Learn to fight with a knife first and then I'll try to teach you what I remember about wielding Kronos's scythe. [He looks over, cheeky grin evident suddenly.] You owe me pretty much everything. You have enough information that could easily mean betrayal against me and I'm teaching you how to fight like me. [...but...partners. Right.] I do wanna know about the hand lotion though. Seems kind of unhelpful in the grand scheme of things. [Unless you were to, like, forcefeed it to somebody or something weird. He's also just sort of interested in getting the subject off of him now.]