Note to self. Look up poetry while getting dessert ready. And never, every tell anyone the previous sentence ever happened. He will get down on his knees and worship every inch of Felix's body before admitting to anyone he was about to do research on poetry.

He'd ask what the fuck is wrong with himself but he knows.

Jim's known for some time.

"As long as the bar's low, I think I can handle this." He'll get at least one nice one, and them maybe start waxing poetry complimenting Felix's body in as many ways as he can think of. You know, because it's Jim.