The fond way Seteth talks about Claude seems odd to Felix, particularly since he can clearly remember hearing him lecture the Deer house leader many times over one ridiculous stunt or another. But he supposes they've all grown up, in their own ways. Some more than others. Certainly, Claude had been impressive as a commander in battle, at least.

Felix has had this conversation with Seteth once before, about his father, and he has no wish to have it again. But even knowing that, and knowing he wouldn't hear the usual sickening speech about noble sacrifice from Seteth of all people, he can't help feeling grateful anyway for the response. His gaze flickers down to where Seteth's hand covers his, but only very briefly. He doesn't react to the squeeze, but still doesn't pull away either. It's...not bad, he decides. This contact.

"...thank you. I suppose he was."

Rodrigue was a good man, even Felix wouldn't argue that. He just wasn't a very good father.

Oh well.

Definitely time to talk about anything but that.

"What is this thing?" He holds up the bracelet in his other hand.