Luna wouldn't say that she was seeking out any danger, but she knew that she did have a tendency to throw herself at things without completely thinking them through. Like attacking Apollo the first second she met him. Like her dumb and pointless choices with Ares. Like talking back to Michele even after she'd watched him kill a man. Like throwing herself drunkenly across a table at a guy with a flick knife so she could defend Solanine's honour. Luna knew that she had some decent smarts, but maybe she'd been sick the day they were handing out wisdom.
"I'd make sure to arrange a replacement," Luna said, tilting her head so that she could kiss his throat before sitting up at the right angle to softly grind herself against his dick. "I'm a professional, after all. Besides," Luna added as she leaned in to kiss him, her tone a little softer and without the edge of teasing. "The only thing I'm seeking tonight is you."