If it came down to it Felix probably didn't need to use his foot at all, knowing full well he'd climbed tougher ledges than that with just his hands. Hell, he'd done more with less when it came to the windowsills at the other house, not that he'd be sharing that info with Lennon.
"Yeah, rub it in, jerk," he snorted. "Is your art haul everything you wanted it to be?" Felix asked, both making conversation now that he couldn't go anywhere, and out of genuine interest. He wondered how the addition of more colors would affect the mural in his room, and if maybe he could convince Lennon to do something bigger. Not that he needed to use the art as an excuse to get the guy over anymore. "How'd the stuff in your room turn out?"