<i>Perfect gentleman</i>, huh?  Luke saw Eddy's little smile and couldn't help but return it, the dimples reforming in his cheeks.  It sounded like Eddy was joking, even teasing him a little-- so what had he said?  What had he done?  Apparently nothing that upset the guy, which made Luke relieved.<br/><br/>He bit his lip a little at the question, trying to think: there was some of the night still in his head, swirling around, but it was vague...  "Uh... Well, we talked about tattoos, and you told me about that one," Luke began as he motioned to the sword emblazoned on Eddy's arm.  "And, I talked about losing my job...  We talked about art, I think..."<br/><br/>The young man wrinkled his nose as he tried to remember, taking another drink of bourbon, then sighed and shrugged a bit.  "I remember you helping me home, and not much else...  Thank you for that, by the way.  I don't imagine anyone else being that kind..."<br/><br/>He paused, debating with himself, before continuing.  "I, um... I think, maybe I asked if you wanted to come up to my apartment."  Luke's voice was slow, careful; he didn't want to be wrong and embarrass himself or Eddy, and he definitely didn't want to upset the man by insinuating anything.  He glanced at the bartender cautiously, grey-blue eyes hesitantly meeting his. "... Is that true?  Am I remembering right...?"