"Doesn't feel right. I'll go if you'll come with me," he said with a bright grin, bumping their arms playfully. At the sudden request, he laughed. "Klaus! All right, Klaus it is, but I'll call you boss in front of the other guys just in case. I don't want to get looks for being sweet with the boss in my first day, not after that entrance."
For a greed demon, Klaus was outwardly very generous, but the way his aura wrapped around him almost desperately with desire was very telling. He didn't really view Felix as a person, did he? He was a novelty and a pretty face. A prize to have. He wanted to pamper him, but in the way people pampered dogs with pedigrees.
The idea made his skin crawl, left him with heavy disgusted feelings, but he would be lying if the idea of being objectified didn't thrill him to no end. Flashes of filthy images popped into his head unwarranted. He wanted to hand over his restraints to someone that would abuse it. This — was not the time for this. Focus, focus.
"It's purely mine. I'm not a mind reader. I can only project illusions that I can picture in my head, but I can trick people into thinking they've seen somewhere before, if it's familiar. Memory is a fragile and wobbly thing." He smiled at Klaus' excitement, though he realized belatedly that being too flashy might draw in more attention from him than he'd hoped. He... supposed he could work with that. "Not at all. It's like a dance I know by heart. I can perform it at any time with no trouble, as long as I have a light source."
There was a lot of honesty in the scene he presented, present in the carefulness of how he presented his goddess, in Klaus' open respect and admiration. When vulnerability was showed, people grow to like others better. Felix felt his chest swell with too much softness. He didn't like that, crushed those kinds of feelings under his feet. He popped the illusion and went back to reality.
"Matangi welcomes all in her temple. How about we grab dinner first, and offer her the scrapes as a sacrifice?" He cleared his throat. "That aside, I'd like to know what sort of thing you'd like me to and where you'd like to assign me. Call me an eager beaver, but I think being prepared early on would prevent having bullets in my head, haha."
For a greed demon, Klaus was outwardly very generous, but the way his aura wrapped around him almost desperately with desire was very telling. He didn't really view Felix as a person, did he? He was a novelty and a pretty face. A prize to have. He wanted to pamper him, but in the way people pampered dogs with pedigrees.
The idea made his skin crawl, left him with heavy disgusted feelings, but he would be lying if the idea of being objectified didn't thrill him to no end. Flashes of filthy images popped into his head unwarranted. He wanted to hand over his restraints to someone that would abuse it. This — was not the time for this. Focus, focus.
"It's purely mine. I'm not a mind reader. I can only project illusions that I can picture in my head, but I can trick people into thinking they've seen somewhere before, if it's familiar. Memory is a fragile and wobbly thing." He smiled at Klaus' excitement, though he realized belatedly that being too flashy might draw in more attention from him than he'd hoped. He... supposed he could work with that. "Not at all. It's like a dance I know by heart. I can perform it at any time with no trouble, as long as I have a light source."
There was a lot of honesty in the scene he presented, present in the carefulness of how he presented his goddess, in Klaus' open respect and admiration. When vulnerability was showed, people grow to like others better. Felix felt his chest swell with too much softness. He didn't like that, crushed those kinds of feelings under his feet. He popped the illusion and went back to reality.
"Matangi welcomes all in her temple. How about we grab dinner first, and offer her the scrapes as a sacrifice?" He cleared his throat. "That aside, I'd like to know what sort of thing you'd like me to and where you'd like to assign me. Call me an eager beaver, but I think being prepared early on would prevent having bullets in my head, haha."