Felix has a hard time containing any emotion, really--especially when he's left all of his defenses down. It's a perfect storm: there's a man in front of him who is and isn't a man just like Felix himself, who feeds off of creativity and art and business.

If Felix wasn't firing on every possible piston at the moment, he's fairly certain he'd cry out of sheer relief. Instead, he manages a wide, pleased grin, unaware the other had had plans before. All that matters is he gets to learn, and he gets to be a little bit closer to that crackling energy.

"Mine's not too far off." Is that forward? No, he'd offered moments before. He motions with his head, a slight incline to the door in a 'shall we?' gesture.