"It is? How long is a year on your world?" Diarmuid's eyes grow wide as his curiosity starts stirring. This may or may not be a good thing, "I have never heard of a place with such a long year! But, what do you mean by 'last place?' Were you someplace else before coming here that wasn't your home?"

Luke's comment about hugging people makes Diarmuid shake his head, "There are a lot of ways to get the touch you need. It doesn't have to be a hug. You can touch other people's arms or shake their hands or even spar with them! It really doesn't take a lot!"

"I called you 'Lord' because that is one way father taught me to show people respect. But if you just want me to call you Luke, I can do that too! Lots of people here don't seem to like me calling them by a title. I don't understand, but I am from a time long ago too. Lots of things have changed since my time," the boy seems a little sad about that, but he very quickly recovers.

"This is my horsea, Lir! Would you like to pat him on the head?" Diarmuid holds the pokemon out and Lir makes a soft squeaking noise as a way of saying 'hi.'