Lucas chugs the rest of the Wine Eldar Spiced, and giggled like a little chuckl-blam!-. "Nuh you! And... sure... Truth or dare me up!" He chuckles, and wobbly walks over to the crate, grabbing a second bottle while his armour started shifting, his breastplate went apart, and the parts moved to the sides, the same happening to his arms and legs. Then, Luke steps out of the suit, said suit now just being half of an empty shell.