"Um, yeah. Someone will actually," Luke's tone got a little harder at that, a little more annoyed. "My Mom. Look she's still trying to deal with the fact that I... I like you, okay? Like... she's cool with me being bisexual and all, but she just..." doesn't like you was probably the more honest response, since that's what he suspected, but instead he went with, "doesn't understand. Yet. Okay? So just... lay off. Please." Luke probably didn't have to warn him that he'd likely explode at Mao if news of this conversation (and its aftermath) got back to his mother before he was ready for it to.
"Okay. Um. Cool, then. So we'll..." Luke trailed off. God. He was starting to sound like Mao now. He took a breath and pulled himself together. "You can come over to my house sometime and we'll... see what happens. Alright?"