Luther snorts at that, making his fingers release the chunks of stone in his hands. His arms and chest still prickle with anger, and while he's not dumb enough to refer to Neil as delicate, the idea of any friendly fire hitting the other man makes him sick.

Because he doesn't hurt people. Not-- not when they don't deserve it.

"If I'd known I was putting on a show, I'd have tried harder," he says, but his voice sounds scraped raw, hurt.