Anastasia & Felix
Despite the momentary sense of understanding -- perhaps even kinship -- that came in discussing art, Felix hadn't forgotten the thorns and he tensed again as Anastasia touched him. Even so, he intended to follow through on all they'd discussed. He'd show her his work. He'd stay out of trouble. He'd learn. He nodded in sincere, silent agreement.
But...there was something that he was curious about. After a moment of working up the nerve to ask, he added, "...Why do you call me that?"