[Felix was known for his icy disposition and the permanent scowl that seemed to reside on his fair features. Cold and unapproachable was a look he perfected five years ago, when he was a rebellious teen. He did not grow out of it, merely grew into the cold to embrace it. Why be anything else when his freedoms were never really free, nor his? A set path. He was forced on a set path and just had to comply until he died.

He took joys when they came, of course, and he cherished the few things he did enjoy; The various stray cats his father wouldn't let him keep, now milled about outside windows and doors to catch some fish or attention from the grumpy swordsman. He could spend hours bottle-feeding newborn kittens that his strays would lead him to, content and quiet. Felix also enjoyed hunting, and any excursion away from home he could get--

That thought lingered in his mind as he took the time to look Khalid over.]

Common ground.

[He blurts this out without meaning to. As it was just something he was pondering about, whilst reminiscing about favored activities to calm his nerves, yet he was a bit out of sorts.

He didn't expect his betrothed to look this good, to have a voice like warmed over honey.

So he clears his throat, taking another sip of his own tea.]

Perhaps common ground, [he may as well approach with this, since he so carelessly said the words.]

Do you have hobbies? Are you skilled with any weaponry? It's not like you're going to be stuck in here. I can show you around, introduce you to the very few people I tolerate. You... lost your home; I won't be arrogant enough to claim I can replace that.

[There is a hint of hesitation as he adds a:] Not yet, anyway. [But he hurries his thought, so as not to linger on his awkward attempt at... being what, charming? A disaster.]

If there's anything you'd like to pursue, I will try my best to accommodate. I feel like that's the least I can do.