Felix's calm tone and respectful bow take some of the edge off of Harrowheart. A lot of the edge, actually. Even under all that armor he visibly relaxes, his shoulders sinking slightly and with it those massive, spiky pauldrons. Oh – oh! But then Felix has the absolute audacity to imply he's going to be the one to make this not go smoothly. His anxiety manifests as frustration, flared nostrils, lowered eyebrows. He focuses on taking a few deep breaths that come out as bitter, icy snorts.

"I'm prepared," he hisses through grit teeth. He is the perfect picture of a man who's about to make a delicate operation go off without a hitch.