Luke paused at the suggestion that the bedroom door may leak light, looking like he was wracking his brain to see if he tested for that or not, before he let out a despairing sigh, pressing a hand to his forehead.

"I... didn't think of that," he admitted, giving him a woeful look. "I have plenty of linens to stuff around the door if needed."

The matter of trust didn't even occur to Luke, if he was honest; this man was nice, and he could sense that he didn't mean him any harm. It gave him hope that most vampires were as friendly -- or, at the very least weren't as big of jerks as Reaper could be. That was why he had a moment where he stared blankly at Mayerling, before he finally smiled faintly.

"Of course," he said. "I can sense you don't mean me any harm; I have no reason not to trust you."