[Felix makes a startled motion, and looks away, flustered.]

I... thought I would go find a certain fool who propositioned me earlier, just to make it quick. But... if you're serious...

[He supposes he should say something to make this situation sound less like a chore. Olivine has been too helpful to be completely mean to.]

And I guess... you're not... unattractive.

[He's really terrible at giving praise. It's true though, Olivine doesn't look bad to him. He drags a hand over his face and groans.]

Yes. I have urges.