Mm. It wouldn't surprise me if someone still held the naive hope of avoiding fate, so it is better to ask. And I'm not as simple to just "grab" as I may seem.

[listen, he has his pride as a mercenary here. plus... well, there are a lot of butterflies around, so for the most part he'd been fully aware of who was approaching? it's a sign of just how badly the pollen is affecting him, he supposes.]

... I am not into that, to my knowledge.

[to his knowledge. his lips press together as he considers the path forward, exhaling a soft sigh. well, since he's basically disproven his own claim... it doesn't hurt him to rise, he supposes.

truthfully, perhaps part of him had settled here because of the familiar sound of the butterflies, a touch of normalcy in this utterly unfamiliar landscape. being without knowledge of the land... it bothers him, but there's nothing for it but to observe. in any case, his gaze drifts up to warm yellow eyes, a warmth and energy that might be infectious—to someone who wasn't Luke, anyway.]

I get the feeling you've no plans to actually leave me be, so perhaps we can strike a deal of sorts. I'm willing to listen if you've suggestions.

[a far cry from "asking for help," but y'know, this is about as good as it'll get with Luke right now.]