Felix Caelus

Despite how admittedly grim the picture is that Harrow paints, Felix looks briefly intrigued. That is, before he remembers he can't stand that sort of magic and certainly wants to know nothing more about it and so he should stop looking so interested. It's something he should think over later, though, having felt the blades communicate in just that way. He can't help but grimace at the idea of having to deal with that every moment of every day... And then there's the matter of his wards, which catches his attention because it's more immediately testable. Less personally unnerving.

"Hmm. Maybe." He gives Harrow a moment's scrutiny, detecting that reluctance, but breaks it to look around the circle, running a hand through his hair. "They are meant to set the terms of this space. I've never used them to interact with someone like you before. Maybe the attunement wasn't ideal... But I'm not in any hurry to try and practice, if I'm honest. Anyway, speaking of the wards..."

Felix holds his hand out, gesturing a little, and the wards drop in a tiny snap and flare of purple light, leaving only the echo of magic around them. "I... hope you find the bargain to your satisfaction. That it works out well."