Felix doesn't flinch or pull away when the axe is lifted for inspection. He's spent hours working himself up with the understanding that he can't show weakness here. And with said preparation these otherwise unnerving blades have become objects of curiosity as well as fear: something his wizard's mind is eager to know more about. He wonders what it means that those runes are glowing, if the axe is staring back in its own way - and thinks at the same time of the dormant wards around them, waiting to guard and buffer this contact.

He nods slowly as Harrow explains, dropping his momentarily keen gaze down to the table. "Then we're almost ready to begin. I brought enchanting tools but really, I think this will be much closer to a daedric binding." Which probably means nothing to Harrow... "It's not about changing the blades, just their connection with you. I'm going to set up a spell that lets me commune with all three of you. Not a full binding, just enough to allow communication. Like inviting a- a spirit to come and talk."