Good at this? Pffft. Good at what? Luc's game his entire life had been that he had no game whatsoever. So whatever Lia was thinking he was good at, she was completely mistaken. Because talking to girls, as a whole, was nowhere on the list of Things Luc Haust Is Good At. Probably why he hadn't had a steady girlfriend in so long. Among other reasons.
The advice columnist part picqued his interest, and this reflected on his face with the way his eyebrows raised a couple notches and his lips twisted with intrigue. "Really now?"
And while he was going to continue on that, he now had his car keys dangling in front of his nose - and, wow. Really? Did he really do that?
"Jesus H," he muttered, and while one hand went to take the keys from her, the other went up to pinch the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger as his eyes squeezed shut. "Thank you," he mumbled, shaking his head before he let his hand fall down to rest on his thigh. "I probably would have been at this all night if you hadn't showed up." He smiled gratefully, because it wasn't a lie. And he probably would have had the apartment torn to shreds by the end of it.
"Being nosy probably never helped someone so much. Now I really feel like I owe you a drink. God knows I need one." He wasn't even worried about driving anymore - the store would probably be closed by the time he happened to find it, with the kind of roll he was on tonight. So drinking sounded like a fine idea in his world.
So he wandered over to the bar he'd had installed (completely custom, because alcohol was one of the few things Luc considered a hobby - as unhealthy as that probably was) - one of the few things he'd actually had completely unpacked and stocked properly - and poured himself a double scotch straight-up. Then shot it quickly with barely a wince (he was a pro like that), just so he could pour himself another. "You know, if you have a radio show.. I could just start calling you for advice on my relationship dilemmas. It'd definitely save me money on a therapist."
Oh, and wow. So not only did he look like a total dumbass to this beautiful woman, but now he was admitting to having a shrink. Fan. Tastic. He was definitely 0 for 3 already. That was really generous, too. Right now he felt about 0 for 12098381284712983. Victory was clearly his tonight.