Theadora asked him if he was always as mature and professional as he was currently. Of course not! Being like this would drive him to insanity before he reached the age of thirty. A young adult always needs to have a fun side. Otherwise they'd look like they were sixty when they were actually only forty. At worse, mid-thirties. Removing his hipster glasses, which were only there for the aesthetic, he leaned back against the chair and stared at the dark-haired girl. "Me? Of course not. But I'm required to be professional here. Unlike those two, who I'm pretty sure are doing it in the back of a closet." Okay, maybe that wasn't the most professional or appropriate, but the girl looked just as mature as he was.<br/><br/>Lucas watched as the two males came back in one by one: a grinning Gerhard and a confused (at least, that's his expression looked like) Dan. He had absolutely no clue what went on out in the hallway, but he didn't want to know either. The three bionic candidates already seemed like they would be difficult to deal with, and if he knew about more complications, he would have to deal with those complications, and that would be way too much work. After all, he was going to be their leader; not their babysitter.<br/><br/>He began repeating the information he just relayed to Thea, and once he finished, he asked the essential question. "Do you three consent to the operation? No legal charges will be pursued by family -- if you have one, I'm sorry -- if death occurs?" Obviously, his parents weren't a-okay with him wanting to be operated on, mainly because if he died, they couldn't sue the organization. Still, it was his invention (mostly), and he felt like it was his obligation to test it. If the other test subjects suffered, then the creator should too.<br/><br/>"Also, before you decide, any other details you desperately need to know?"