"Touche," Felix acknowledged with an inviting tilt of his head. He'd already pretty much given up on making any further progress with his rope, his phone still in hand, and he used his toes to move the bottom length of it out of the way so Lennon could sit.
That last statement, intentional or not, felt like an invitation. He spent a couple of heartbearts delicately sniffing the air, then shook his head as he shifted a little more upright, abandoning his phone on the pillow. "Could just be the room at this point." As if he needed to check and make sure, he continued he shift forward until his nose pressed lightly against Lennon's bare shoulder, then an inch closer to his neck, both movements punctuated by a slow, deep inhale.
"Nope," he relayed warmly after lingering for a second longer than was necessary, even if the whole thing hadn't been thoroughly inviting himself into someone else's space in the first place. "If you're worried about marinating in it I can still open a window. Might get a little cold, though."