Luca's life had been chaotic ever since the breaking of his seal. He had gone on a rampage and hurt the two of the typhoon members closest to him, and then the both of them had been captured by the Pitt (something that he definitely felt responsible for, thanks to the injuries he had given them). If that wasn't enough to tire him, as soon as Junji got back it was discovered that he was pregnant. Since the reveal Luca had been tending tirelessly to his boyfriend, trying his best to make sure that everything went smoothly. Quite frankly, he was exhausted. He needed a break from his bakery, from the parenting books, and from the general angst of his crewmates. He sat by the stream, dipping his paw into the water and listening to the hiss of steam as the liquid reacted with his powers. He seemed deep in contemplation, so it took a while for the lion's words to register as he approached from behind the canine. Luca paused, and then he slowly turned around to see what the guy was talking about. The small raptor that Junji had put effort into healing, he recognized her quickly. He blinked again, and again, and finally the words seemed to register.

"W-wait, wha-" but before he could protest the feline was walking away, leaving him with the injured dinosaur. He stared despairingly after the other pirate's form as it disappeared into the foliage, and then bit his lip as he turned his gaze to stare her down, sitting silently off to the side of the running water. His blind anger from before was gone thanks to the absence of Owen, but there was still a clear distaste in his eye. This was exactly the kind of responsibility he had been trying to avoid by retreating into the jungle. He wanted to relax and have some time to himself, not to babysit a dangerous lizard. He agreed with what the lion had said, that much was clear from his actions in the past, but he wasn't too sure about killing Masie either. Not because he was afraid of Owen and the other raptors, he had died much worse deaths than being eatien alive (not that it stopped his anger over the whole matter) and breaking Owens heart would totally be worth any consequences. Still, he didn't know how Junji would feel about it, and he didn't have quite enough bloodlust in him to push past the guilt he felt when imagining the soothsayer's disappointed face. He stared at Masie cautiously, and his fangs leaked numbing venom onto his tongue, but he made no moves towards her, trying to decide what to do.

It was the raptor that ended up making the first move. He watched her with a slight frown as she moved towards the stream, his gaze staying trained right on her as she lunged and caught a fish by the tail. He recognized it as a skilled catch for something so young, frown darkening for a second or two. The raptors were obviously intelligent. This one in front of him could almost be considered like him. Almost. He still shared Bakugou's opinion that the raptors were no more than pets. His expression cleared slightly as Masie brought the fish over to him, and he raised a metaphorical brow as he stared down at its flopping body. "What do you want me to do with this?" He asked, not expecting a real answer. He placed his paw down on its body, hearing the sizzle of his ember-coated paw pads as they came down on the living creature. Perhaps a bit cruel, but he had a way of detaching himself from other living creatures. Despite his half-grumpy disposition, he was legitimately curious as to why she'd brought him that fish. He glanced up at her, paw still pressed on the scales beneath it.