Felix Caelus

Felix practically earns his living as The Younger Brother. Wherever he can make it work for him, it’s an easy role to fall into, and Amelia has the wit to make the playful approach fun.

“To opened doors,” he adds with a smile as they clink. (Perhaps not the most politic toast, given her demonic woes, but he doubts she’s aware of that interpretation.) Earning even partial trust is a step forward, a success to savor along with his beer. Not to mention her obvious pleasure in the ale. Perhaps he’ll earn a little more credit, by and by.

“It’s a shame you don’t get out dancing more,” he says while they drink. “You seemed quite at home there, even among strangers.”