Felix's gaze caught on Luka's lips for a second, but he quickly averted it. There was no point in think about how good a kisser Luka was when there wasn't any indication Luka would want to kiss him when he wasn't drunk.
"Are you sure she's not trying to annihilate me?" he asked instead, offering Luka a shy smile. "When you don't feel like throwing knives at me, could you put in a good word me? Tell her that as handsy as I may get at parties, I learned my lesson and don't deserve to have my arms broken?" Felix was aware he wasn't using his filters, but in his defense, it was the middle of the night and his mouth was running faster than he could possibly control it.