Naugus watches the lady's actions with his head curiously canted to one side, ears twisted towards her as well. A display deft and singular, someone more used to the shadows than even he is. Someone borne of them, or the creator entirely. Another mote of respect grows for this daedra somewhere in his thoughts.

When Felix is given the item, Naugus looks it over as well, reaching to touch his hand to it if allowed. "I trust you already have plans for this prize," he chuckles.