"You look well," he said as he stood before Felix, hands in his pockets. He waited a beat before plunking down unceremoniously beside the rabbit. He enjoyed the company of Felix. He was quiet without being too quiet, fragile without being forever broken, and his demeanor was...comfortable to Dexter. It was a little bit like Rita's when they had first met.
"What are you smoking? That's not your typical Marlboro, there," he inquired with a small sniff of the air to assess.