He can feel it somehow, that subtle but profound shift in Felix's mind and heart, the release of tension as he stops fighting. How long has it been since Felix hasn't felt the need to rail against something? If only for a little while, he deserves to rest, and let someone else relieve him of the weight of his burdens.

Zechs had been a treasure, in his mind--a pretty little thing to possess and display, to admire and enjoy at his leisure. But he doesn't mean to keep Felix for long--and unlike Dimitri, he has no need of protection or fealty. All he needs from Felix, all he really wants..... is just a steadfast companion, trustworthy and strong, someone he can count on to see clearly and cut straight to the heart of things.

Felix can touch as much as he likes; Seteth rumbles low and deep in his chest, massive tongue flicking out to caress the merman. "Then I will. Leave everything to me, my shining sword."