In the second it takes for Dimitri to make that recollection, Felix's face has already descended into a startled scowl and he's already opening his mouth to argue. He pauses when the clarification comes, but the scowl doesn't go away.

"I don't want your charity. I can hunt just fine on my own. And I don't even want to know what you did to get all that credit. Of all people, I didn't expect you to be so..." Ah, there's that acute awareness again of Dimitri's extremely scantily clad body so close to his own. He is definitely not looking in that direction. "...promiscuous."

Felix shouldn't be annoyed about that, though. It shouldn't matter to him at all, what Dimitri does with his...himself. Why is Felix annoyed about that?

At least the king moves on to a less ridiculous topic. "Before I got here, we had just won the battle at Derdriu to save the Alliance from invasion. Claude dumped Leicester into your lap and flew off. We were about to go back to the monastery to prepare for our final advance to Enbarr."

He gives Dimitri a sidelong look. "Since you're not ranting at ghosts or slaughtering anyone with your bare hands, I suppose I should assume that the last thing you remember happened after Gronder, as well?"