Oh, it looks like his mystery feeling is moving towards him anyway. Felix feels his heart quicken for just a moment--he's not unwelcoming towards the stranger but instead politely befuddled. His smile is still there, too-white and gentle, reaching his eyes.

"Not at all, I just know the owner and the artist, I've sort of set this up." The smile never falters, even as he extends a hand. Something's still very, very strange.

"I'm Felix, I hope I wasn't too rude, with the whole staring, I just--well, you know how it is."

Felix doesn't know how it is at all, but that's what people say when they're trying to act casual, right? Felix is very casual. The most casual. Why the other asked about food is beyond him, the hors d'oeuvres are free, but he chalks it up to possible insanity and moves on.