Hops and rye loosened him, made him weak and forgetful. There was bravery now, when he should have been wary. The trapped rabbit look was worn-thin on Lukas and long gone by the time he advanced a step toward her cavewoman, eyeliner writings.
The words were scrutinized briefly, as if truly considering both options to their fullest potential. But then, finally, he took another small step forward and ran his finger beneath the words LIVE HERE, streaking the black so that it underlined the truth.
And for a moment, Lukas considered writing his own note for her. Explaining that he could read her lips, and there was no need to hinder herself.. but in the end, he confessed nothing.