"Are you serious?" Felix looks around at the people here, all just lazing about as though they're not prisoners on some freakish automaton's nightmare sex island. "With all these people, we could raise a small army!" he hisses quietly. "Why hasn't anyone fought back?"

Then his jaw snaps shut with a click and he stares at Ashe as though he's just grown several bonus heads. Color just continues to seep into his face like he doesn't have a stoic reputation to uphold or anything.

"I won't. So don't get your hopes up."

He internally winces. That was way too harsh, none of this is Ashe's fault. He's trying to help. But...Felix doesn't take it back.