Luc gave a soft chuckle, lips ever-curled into his trademark smile. "Take your time. I'm not here to get you trashed. Unless you want me to," he joked, closing the distance between their drinks to clink the glasses together. Then he took a draw off the scotch, of course - as was only natural after the semi-cheers. Duh.
"I actually came here because I've been so swamped with everything about the move-in and work.." He trailed off to a sigh, because he didn't even want to start with detailing the meeting he'd had with one Britney Spears earlier in the week - it hadn't been high on his list of favorite things, really. "I figured I deserved a night out. It gets rather lonely holing yourself up in a boxed-up apartment for a week. But on that note, I did get myself settled in - so any time you're free for our little cooking-dinner date, my weekend is totally clear."
Truthfully, he was looking forward to it more than he would ever admit. Because Luc loved company, and he'd been without any kind of human companionship (that wasn't paying him or being paid by him) lately that he was beginning to yearn for it like a creature starved. "Though I must confess," he added with a shy little smirk, "I haven't had much time to think about what I'm going to cook for you. But I'm sure I can figure something out."