Felix narrows his eyes at her. Is she making fun of him? Or has he just gotten way too used to talking to Constance?

“I only spend time on things I care to excel in. Nothing else is relevant. If you want to watch me spar or train, I won’t stop you.”

His cheek reddens a bit under her lips, as he goes very still and a little bit tense. It’s not her, or what she’s doing, it’s just that normally - when he’s not being forced into lust like some kind of beast - he doesn’t like to be touched much, and he especially doesn’t accept unsolicited kissing. …usually.

And also she’s still naked, so it’s just awkward all around.

“…not my intention. I just don’t like feeling like I’m in someone’s debt, that’s all. You brushed my hair, so…”

He seems to feel like that’s a good enough excuse, because he slides off the bed to go find the rest of his clothes. In the process, he picks up her dress and whatever else she took off and hands them to her. He dresses quickly, with the practiced and offhand speed of someone who’s spent five years needing to be ready for battle at the drop of a hat.

Finally, without bothering with the brush’s aid, he pulls his hair back in its usual haphazard style.