A hand absently shot up to where the scars were under the scarf, and Luke let out a sigh, rolling his eyes skyward.

"Sorry; a jerk jumped me when I wasn't expecting it," he replied, looking more annoyed that said "jerk" managed to get the better of him than the actual bitting itself. "It's not as bad as when it first happened, and he isn't going to be able to do that to me again."

He knows what Reaper's presence feels like now; he wasn't going to be able to sneak up on him like that again. At least... he was pretty sure he wasn't going to be able to; he still didn't fully understand what all Reaper was capable of, after all.

"Either way, the scars should be gone after another week or two," he finished, shaking his head. "I'm sorry they bother you."