*grins* Lúthie is fucking hot, dude. *lifts his beer can in reinforcement of this sentiment* Even when I was a little kid I could see that.
you can't say anything to him, or to anyone
*blinks rapidly, startled by your vehemence (calm down what the hell?)* *slowly* We-ell, that all depends. *not that he would ever, ever truly think of saying something, not in a million years (not even if drunk)* *smiles piously* Never kissed her, yeah? *frowns, turning serious for a second* He doesn't know. Course he doesn't. He would totally lose his shit, yeah. There might be nukes. But still. You're fucking crazy.