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"Wha-- Come on! Who's gonna buy that?" He turned his palms up in a display of disbelief. It wasn't a matter of whether or not he actually believed the guy was psychic or whether or not the guy actually believed he was a robot; it was the simple principle of the fact that if one individual met another on the street and one claimed to be a robot, it was just not logically sound that the other would accept it so easily. That was just the natural order of things, and it was oddly frustrating to witness that natural overturned.

"Well yeah, that's given, but that's not even the point," he said, overlooking the grin with his own expression an odd amalgam of frustration, confusion, and disbelief. At this point he was just taking things too seriously. "It's like, if I said I had an evil twin or something, general you'd be like 'yeah right,' and I'd insist it's true but you would never believe me until you saw him for youtself." Not that that was an actual example of past circumstances or anything. A sudden realization passed over his features, and he nonchalantly cleared his throat and directed his attention elsewhere, "N-Not that it matters or whatever, just..." Just principle.

"Well no... I mean kind of, but that's not the point..." He frowned slightly, eyes trained on the ground. He wasn't going to pursue the subject any further, though; even he could tell that he was being way too uptight about the matter - and what an inane matter it was to be uptight over. He raised a hand and pushed it through his red hair, "It doesn't really matter anyway. Just... forget I said anything." It was kind of embarrassing, really, though he tried not to let it show on his face - not much, at least, and to only some avail.

Luke continued forward a few paces, slowing a stop and turning to face his company when he was addressed. His answer was nothing if not concise, "Luke."

"Wha--" The nickname caught him off-guard, and it showed in his expression. He couldn't really say anything against it, though; he supposed he sort of brought that one on himself. His features settled out to something between discomposure, resignation, and a slight indignation, his gaze falling elsewhere only to be brought back at mention of his friend. He cleared his countenance of other emotions to display instead a slight confusion, "Yeah... I take it you met him?"

He ducked slightly at the hand on his head, raising his own in a half-hearted effort to wave it off with an expression somewhat akin to a pout. He wasn't particularly fond of being treated like a kid - or at least, being treated so as to feel like a kid, whichever the case may be. Mention of conversation with Guy, however, piqued his interest. "Really? What did he say?" When it came to matters involving himself or his friends, he really couldn't help his curiosity.

Luke blinked silently, unable to really find the words to respond to that. If he knew Guy - and he sort of thought that he did, after eight years - that probably wasn't the whole story, but that of course wasn't the first nor foremost thought in his mind. Rather, to hear such a harsh critique from a veritable stranger as a quote from his best friend on top of the insults from Asch that were always flitting somewhere around the back of his mind... The only response he had was to lower his head, shoulders drawn slightly up as he sought in futility for a counter.