"Yeah, yeah," Luke muttered. His annoyance would probably not go over terribly well with his mother, who was clearly already started to get a little annoyed herself, but the question had caught him completely off-guard and he didn't appreciate being interrogated. Especially not about Mao.
"Lulu told you..." Oh my God. He was going to kill his "aunt." Or maybe just not speak to her ever again. This was a nightmare. His head snapped around to look at her as she mentioned ballet tights. Ugggh. This was the worst conversation in the world. "I never gave him a handjob!" Luke tried his best to look disgusted, but the expression was really more one of surprise than anything. Of course. Of course Mao was talking about this with people. What did Luke really expect? "Look Mom. I'm not... with Mao. Okay? You don't have to worry about handjobs or blowjobs or... anything. We're friends. I gave him the picture because it was an inside joke about whose ass was better. Okay? That's all. We're friends."