"Oh, of course," he agrees (only to make a lie of it in the near future). "I'll have to space it out a little. Pizza once a week, perhaps." Did another slice disappear? Hmm. Better steal one back to make sure...

He bows - or, between the stiff leather he's wearing, his full belly, and the enclosed booth, he tries to bow. "Giving my friends an excuse to live well is a fine purpose, in my estimation."

She's noticed his quiet contemplation though. Felix isn't the sort to hide his feelings by default (only when it benefits him), so he lets out a 'hmmm' and nods. "I've been thinking over what you told me of the- ah, demon in your world. I did offer to share my expertise, but I'm uncertain how much you wish to hear. Or whether you'd prefer to discuss it another time."