"Oh, good wow." The reply rushes out of him at first, trailed by a breathy laugh. But then he slows himself, purposefully, voice dropping low and soft and warm. With a nervous hand he adjusts Bash's collar, gnawing on his lower lip and meeting the other boy's gaze for a brief moment before saying, "Definitely a good wow. Never a good lord wow."

He's sorely tempted to let it stand there. And he does, for a while. Or, at least, it's a few steps toward their destination before he gives it a try, again. Because clarification is important. "You look... amazing." That's a bit better, and easier, too, because he can just say it into the air and not to his boyfriend's face while they walk. It feels a little dramatic, but he means it.

And that is kind of mortifying in and of itself? Like, how many times has he told Bash he looks good? Why is it so hard this time? Shit. Okay, stop. Reroute. "Um, think there's anything only lightly illegal to break into here?" Lucas asks with a grin that says he's only mostly joking.