While Jim seems a little self-conscious about helping himself to the baked treats, Felix has no such compunctions. He's stopped by to thank Katsuya for his kind assistance (laying on a little of the Felix Caelus charm along the way) and is occasionally chatting to guests while he samples from this or that. No plate, since he already has a mug of ale in hand and it's more important not to lose track of that. Even if he's drinking more lightly than he pretends. This isn't the family celebration, after all. This party is full of Opportunities for Felix, after all, and he needs his wits about him to take advantage of them.
...That said, he's really hoping and expecting to find Norn around here and catch up with him. So it's disorienting when quite another voice pipes up in his ear.
"Better watch ooouut." Sing-song words, low and amused. For a second he feels a warm arm draped over his shoulders. "Looks like someone's got their eyes on your man."
"What?" His head snaps round, but the speaker's pulled away. Felix looks around wildly, torn between the familiar voice and puzzled alarm. But the question of who said it falls by the wayside when he sights Jim over by the bar. There he is- and there's Harley Quinn, popping a honeycake into her mouth as she leans suggestively toward him, all flirtatious smiles. At his wedding party.
Has this woman no sense of common decency?
Felix stares longer than he should before his eyes snap down to his ale. Jim can handle himself. He knows that already. When it comes to diplomacy, Jim has moves that could put a Khajiiti dancer to shame. But that isn't the point, for Felix. The point is whether he's going to sit around and let her mess with his husband (again), except...
If only she weren't tied to Loki. That's a problem, because even in his outrage Felix isn't stupid enough to lightly face off with a god's favorite. His eyes narrow at the ale swilling in his cup. He has suspicions about Quinn he's let lie so far. But now. Now... he needs knowledge, if nothing else.
He grabs a bottle of spare ale that someone's just left on the table beside him, and goes to find Runa.
Stirring the Keg
...That said, he's really hoping and expecting to find Norn around here and catch up with him. So it's disorienting when quite another voice pipes up in his ear.
"Better watch ooouut." Sing-song words, low and amused. For a second he feels a warm arm draped over his shoulders. "Looks like someone's got their eyes on your man."
"What?" His head snaps round, but the speaker's pulled away. Felix looks around wildly, torn between the familiar voice and puzzled alarm. But the question of who said it falls by the wayside when he sights Jim over by the bar. There he is- and there's Harley Quinn, popping a honeycake into her mouth as she leans suggestively toward him, all flirtatious smiles. At his wedding party.
Has this woman no sense of common decency?
Felix stares longer than he should before his eyes snap down to his ale. Jim can handle himself. He knows that already. When it comes to diplomacy, Jim has moves that could put a Khajiiti dancer to shame. But that isn't the point, for Felix. The point is whether he's going to sit around and let her mess with his husband (again), except...
If only she weren't tied to Loki. That's a problem, because even in his outrage Felix isn't stupid enough to lightly face off with a god's favorite. His eyes narrow at the ale swilling in his cup. He has suspicions about Quinn he's let lie so far. But now. Now... he needs knowledge, if nothing else.
He grabs a bottle of spare ale that someone's just left on the table beside him, and goes to find Runa.