Though Wolf usually made it seem like he had superhuman senses because of his deafness, the truth was it really had tuned him into body language a lot more than he might otherwise have been. He hadn't been born deaf so his body hadn't wired itself to compensate for his disability like it might have had he developed in the womb with it, but he didn't have the distraction of noise to get in the way of other signals. When he poured Felix the beer, the air felt heavier, more intense. He didn't know what it meant.
And then, before he could really figure it out, the air was broken by Felix giving him the 'deaf rundown.' Wolf had to fight to roll his eyes, but honestly it wasn't so bad. Felix, like most other hearing people, was just trying to make things easier on him by asking questions he'd rather no one ask. He could be flippant about being deaf when he brought it up himself, but if other people preempted him on the subject there were times it could get to him.
"Talk normally. I've been reading lips for a long time," Wolf assured him, fighting to keep his expression neutral. At least Felix hadn't started yelling at him, as if doing that would make him hear miraculously. If Wolf had a nickel for every time someone raised their voice at him in reply to learning he was deaf, he would have a lot of nickels.
However, when Felix asked if he was bring rude, Wolf couldn't help but smile. "Shut up, man. You're making it worse." If he knew what a teasing tone sounded like, he would have said those words in one. Instead, he brought the bottle up to his lips to drink some of the remaining beer within it. "If I can't understand you I'll tell you, don't worry."
At that point, Wolf could have backed off Felix again and gone to sit on his bed, but he didn't. He stood his ground, keeping Felix in position between him and his bedroom door.