Felix Caelus

Felix leans his head to take a look at the lens. "That's interesting. And it's all just mechanical and... electrical? Hmm." His fingers twitch a little over the phone. "So these are all places you've really been, not just places the artists like." The technical aspects are fascinating, but it's worth remembering the other implications.

He's almost too caught up in the moment to notice the older man come in the door. The newcomer is armored in segmented steel, polished and gleaming - although in style it otherwise resembles Felix's uniform, down to the skirt. He sweeps a cool glance around the dining room and strides straight for their table. Felix is careful not to let his expression change.