Watching the display with a detatched mixture of amusement and regret, Luke held his tongue. It would be sunrise soon and he had no intention of spending the day with his brooding best friend.
Not to mention, the entire exchange - and the lush recollection of the Slater's scent - had him feeling a tad peckish.
"Don't be a stranger," he advised as he turned for the door. "What's a little magic between friends, right? I won't seek her out." It was the most he could offer. "But I will protect what's mine."