Luke: Let us do the fighting, okay? Don't use that weird arte again, you damn near passed out.
Ion: You're going to protect me? Oh, Sir Luke! I'm so moved.
Luke: /blushhhh
Luke: Th-- that's not what I meant!! Don't get all worked up over it.
Me: Too late, he is swooning right into your arms there, Luke.

I love how he graduates to "SIR" Luke all of a sudden. Ion, if you weren't such a Pollyanna, I'd think you were a troll.