"That's true, but it would have freaked me out less than going to the bathroom this morning then coming back to the whole room being different," Felix snorted. "I couldn't have been gone more than fifteen minutes. I'm surprised Shark didn't have a fucking heart attack."
He found himself grinning a little at the chivalry, then slowly ducked inside, stretching his steps out as he leaned back through the doorway to keep his gaze on Lennon as he went. "It's super cute that you're saying that right as you're waltzing into my lair, knowing full-well that shit's probably gonna happen long before you ever get your hands on your precious." He finally ducked fully into the room as he added, "if it's not good that puts me in a predicament, because I'll have to question your taste. But then what the fuck does that say about me?"