Luke watched, torn between confusion and amusement as Mao moved the clearly pissed off crab around in the water and gave it that awful voice. He half wondered whether that thing would clamp his finger off or something (which would be awful but simultaneously really fucking hilarious). The beginnings of a scowl showed on his face as the crab "talked" to him. He waited until Mao was done and then, obligingly, sat down. "Okay, first of all, don't ever call me "Lukey." It's degrading. It's Luke. Or Lukas. Not Lukey. And don't even tell me that it was the crab saying it not you. Don't even. Second, I wasn't going to go into that water anyway, but there was even less chance of me going in there with a fucking crab. Did you fail to see how angry that thing was? Jesus Mao." He shook his head. Although his tone was one of annoyance, the words were expressed in as much concern as annoyance.
"And third," he added, almost as an afterthought, "my 'Jedi tricks' are not stupid. And besides, I haven't had any time to practice for like a month. I gotta work to get back that level of control." In truth, although his control still was rusty, the powers were definitely growing. If there was anything he had gotten good at during his little off-island sojourn, it was keeping his powers in check when he emotional. And at least that was something.