[The eyeroll and reply earn Hubert an actual smirk, brief though it may be. Now, if Felix were a more charitable man, he might explain that—just prior to Hubert’s round—he himself had been similarly thrust up onto the auction stage. Alas, the swordsman keeps his silence; some indignities must be suffered alone…]

I will.

[Leaning into the cushions, Felix drapes an arm across the back of the loveseat. Although he doesn’t yet realize it, the scented candles in the room are slowly affecting his inhibitions. Little by little, he’s unconsciously relaxing.]

…There is a detail I should confirm with you, [he continues after a pause, turning a shrewd look on Hubert.] I’ve heard others in our situation discuss it, though I hardly know what to make of it myself.

What’s the last thing you remember? In Fódlan, that is.