[Luke sighs, unable to stop himself, at once grateful for the change in subject but disheartened that it had come up at all. His shy eagerness was depleted and he looks at the question sheet he'd been given.

What was his least favorite color? Red, probably, is what he'd say... This was stupid. Before he'd been game, but the idea of going through all these stupid questions with a guy whose life his father had ruined made him feel a little sick.

Anyway... he'd probably already messed up. Might as well ask whatever he wanted.]

...Why are you here?