Luther knew enough to nod sagely. A few frightening wikipedia visits had explained that. "Right. Though if we had to wear tights, it could be an issue."
"What movie? Anything good?" Luther didn't believe it. Not one bit. Which meant... He winced and pinched his nose. Thank you for that mental image. "I'm not your mother, but I have to ask if you were...doing the right thing. Prior. I don't have time to take care of a knocked up girl." Which was a lie, if it was Joanie in some awkward twist to their story.