"I'll have to practice, shall I?" Felix returned, brows lifted. He tried to look impassive, perfect porcelain and cool, but he couldn't quite meet Sunny's eyes. Even backwards compliments weren't something he dealt well with.

In truth, all he did was to treat Sunny how he would prefer to be treated, if ever he decided to reveal one of his own precious secrets: listening, without questions, with neither judgement nor praise nor unasked-for advice. He didn't think that was very worthy of acknowledgement.