Loony Luna had more intuition than many people he met. It wasn't something he thought about until that moment. Really, he thought on her very little until that year outside some other unfortunate, but still childish run ins with the DA. But there she was looking at him like she knew something about him that he barely did about himself. He was careful to keep his face neutral; some habits died hard so he was inclined to keep that barrier up until he felt out a situation. "My father," he said softly, "I would practice his tone in the mirror." It was an embarrassing thing to admit, especially when he didn't want to emulate Lucius anymore, but it was also the truth and telling her the truth seemed important, like something he owed her. At that, he did chuckle and shake his head. "Yes, I was a bit of an idiot," he agreed. "Would you like a cup of tea? Water? Juice?" He opened his small ice box to show the assortment.