Felix’s mouth twitches, and he tugs his lower lip with his teeth again. I’m telling you, this dude is the cuddliest, most precious sociopathic murderer ever. You just want to pinch his cheeks. Maybe from afar… in case he decides to bite your fingers off. “See? I love that,” Ren hums. “You’re out here doing the Lord’s work. Turning hot dudes to the dark side. Bless you, child.” Ren makes the holy cross motion, but wraps it up with a wrist-flick, and Felix laughs.
