Ordinarily, this would be the part where Luke started to get annoyed. Luke was just being himself after all, and now Mao was getting his panties in a bunch. But instead of snapping, Luke actually chuckled. For some reason (maybe something to do with Valentine's Day), he was having an easier time writing Mao's generally annoying habits off as amusing. Cute, even. What the fuck was wrong with him?
"Mao, relax. You asked me what I was doing, I told you. It's not a bad time." Luke picked up his pencil and drummed it against the edge of his desk thoughtfully. "Tell me what you're really thinking."