Luca was sure that even if his memory failed him at times, he wouldn't have forgotten someone as wonderful as you. In the fog of his mind, you were like a bright light, illuminating his path. He was showing you one of his inventions, that although he hadn't made recently, he remembered quite well how to do it. While he was prideful about it, all that mattered was to gauge your reaction; as he took glances at you, doe eyed.

"So? What do you think about it?" He asks, his smile showing that characteristic sharp fang of his.