Not until Luke had his cloak nearly tossed about his shoulders did he realize that he still stood in the tea shop and that quite a few eyes were on him. This did not make him uncomfortable on any level; as a shorter than average boy he'd long ago learned to make his presence known wherever he went and so eyes upon him were all part of the natural course of life. Most times he attempted to bring all eyes to bear on him, if truth be told, but he was aware that Michelle did not have that same desire; had she he'd have noticed her long before he had.

I dont know he did that, I was only kidding. Im sorry.

The word idiot resounded in his head, followed quickly by a surge of anger that she would do that soothed a heartbeat later by a bemused near smile; more a slight twitch of his lips.

What do you mean he started it? I was right there. I saw what happened.

He snorted. His cloak slid, with deliberate slowness, from his stocky frame and found its way back onto his chair before he took a seat and upturned Michelle's cup as he shook his head with disgust. Initially he'd not liked Jordon simply because the boy had been competition for the attentions of Michelle. It had escalted in many other ways since and today gave all the more creedence to his utter disgust of the younger kid.

"I never started it," he claimed, making a face. "I'll be the first to admit I start more shite, sorry," he apologized for the language, "than I probably should, but I never did start that with Kollmann. He was the rude bugger to me when I sat. He blo-hexed me first under the table. Maybe I shouldn't have done it back, but I did. He's a lying slime-weasal," he growled, jaw twitching.