30 seconds into the fic and I'm already glad I've put down my cup of tea: Firo tried looking there first, but no luck tonight. Hah. No Luck tonight, really.
YES FIRO INDEED. ASTUTELY OBSERVED.
"I know Claire teases you about being slow, Firo," Luck purrs, "but it can't have escaped your notice that I'm not exactly a gentleman."
IN A FLASH, I know that would so totally apply sometime when Luck isn't a woman and aaaaaaaafljsaklfj gender bending brain breaking.