He nods in agreement; rueful and understanding. Luther's curiosity has been hopelessly piqued about Aegis Force -- these dashing uniformed men and women, their straight spines and strong handshakes -- but he can't bring himself to pry too deep, or even begin to consider the fledgling hope starting to lodge itself in his chest. Not just yet.

So, instead, he sticks to the easy politesse and easy gratitude: "Anyway-- you've put on a really good event. My brother's really enjoying the games. Thanks, for all you've done." It really couldn't have been a better-placed swear-in for the man formerly known as Spaceboy.

(Though it's all going to go so very wrong in a few hours, anyway, but they don't know that yet.)