Felix was glad that Lennon had turned around because it was difficult to keep the unbothered oh yeah expression from flickering over his face at the reminder. Because he actually had forgotten that part, at least as far as Lennon not being present at the inquisition.
"Yeah, that was going around," he replied after a heartbeat, sounding suitably unenthused about the man. "I think he got everybody at some point." Fuck, he missed Simms. No doubt their psuedo-camaraderie would have only lasted so long, but it was at least mostly fun while it had lasted. It made him miss a lot of the other ExBers just a little bit too. Hell, Madison probably would have burned this place the ground by now.
"Well, presumably swinging would mean both of them, but either way I'm not really in the mood to get broken in half," he chirped, his amiable, casual tone returning as if the topic of Simms hadn't come up at all. "Plus, I'll try almost anything once, but judging how the few times I've been novelty handcuffed to shit went, I'm pretty sure master-level kinky origami sex rope tricks with a roleplaying goth who's half-covered in demon tattoos and his big daddy might be a little out of my league." He shrugged, his fingers working fluidly again. "Good for them, though. Especially Ollie. Keep the old warhorse spry."