Lucius nodded in affirmation in response to Mark’s car comment. A slight smile on his face noted that he was pleased with the opinion. People rarely talk kindly about the piglet that way. Almost face palming himself he quickly added. That is how we call the car in the family, after all it looks like a boar’s head. He chuckled. You’re right we should go, the day will end before if we take our sweet time. Maybe due to the bit of rush or being distracted, Lu wasn’t prepared for Marks question.
As his combat instincts kicked in, drilled into him over the years, Lu’s face hardened, features sharp as the emotionless piercing gaze looked at Mark. Something in him turned cold, like in a trained professional who had an enemy one had to take care off. He almost broke into a stance but stopped and shook his head, visibly relaxing. It was but an instant but a trained person or one who looked obviously would see what happened. Well that was awkward, damn instincts. Lu looked at Mark with a bit of a sheepish look in his eyes. Sorry… He said. Well… It’s not really a martial art, I’ve been trained by my mom in a few… let’s say styles. Lu scratched his head looking down at the ground, he looked back at Mark after a second or two. I’ve been trained in MCMAP. This he added a bit quieter. Also elements of other ones my mom picked up and found useful. He loked away. Goodie now I might as well just split, I doubt both of them will want anything to do with me after hearing this… Why did I even say it, idiot! He screamed at himself in his mind, a bit of a depressed look showing in his eyes. Well we should hurry and go or they really might close everything up. Lu made his first and last attempt to get this conversation onto other rails. However he was never good at social skills, he knew that himself.