Lucas scoffs, puffing out his cheeks at the mild and true accusation. "Me? No sir, not ever running into danger."

Just ignore how his chest aches at the thought and move on. Lucas gives Peter a suspicious glance, "Well, offer will stand for however long I'm here."

And then, silence. Long enough that the back of his neck prickles with uneasy anticipation. Why would that question give the man reason to pause? The ship can't be that large! It's so strange that he wonders if maybe, just maybe, that advice Sou gave him had something to it. Don't trust people too much here.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll knock," He remarks, before crossing his arms and huffing. Lucas settles on a compromise, of sorts. Giving Peter the benefit of the doubt. "Only if you tell me what you do, too."