A frown creased Felix's pretty features. He truly didn't understand what Prometheus meant by anything he'd said -- aside from the 'cowering' bit. His chin lifted; predictable defiance. "I would say that all things must end, eventually, but I suppose that isn't really true, is it." Not for Prometheus, certainly.

In a further bit of contrariness, he summoned his little green witch-lights. No matter that he might be seen. He'd prefer to see. Then, Felix bowed, and not even mockingly. "Good evening, then, Prometheus."