The cat purred loudly, happy to be showered with affection, and she let out a sound of complaint when placed back on the ground.  Luke tucked his hands in his pockets, following Eddy further into the apartment, and listened to the man talk (anything Eddy said sounded fantastic in his gravelled, rough voice).<br/><br/>The explanation brought a laugh to Luke's lips, and he raised his eyebrows as he gave the other a surprised, yet delighted look.  That was awesome, actually, and made sense for the sheer amount of weaponry present.  Better that than secretly a serial killer.<br/><br/>"Ohh, really?  That's neat.  And kinda hot."  The smile turned a bit impish, crooked, and Luke took off his sweater, leaving it on the couch beside Eddy's jacket.  He had on a white v-neck underneath, which showed off the generous spray of freckles that decorated his upper arms and slender collarbones.<br/><br/>He stepped up next to the bartender, watching the way he rubbed at his beard with his thumb, and found himself reaching up and lightly touching the man's cheek-- a gentle brush of fingertips, enjoying the warmth and raspiness against his skin.<br/><br/>"Very hot, actually."