Felix hadn't thought this escape through entirely -- he'd been drinking, and angry, and ready to throw himself into trouble entirely without provocation. Rational planning wasn't high on his list of things to do. So, he'd unintentionally hurt his would-be rescuer, and he only really understood that once they were away.

He kept walking, knowing that the burst of light wouldn't disable the troglodyte trio forever. "Magic," Felix answered flippantly, and coughed, spitting blood onto the sidewalk. Shaking hands dug through seemingly endless pockets until he found a handkerchief he could press inexpertly against the corner of his mouth. "Cab," he suggested.