Felix laughed, short and sharp, venomously bitter. It stung deeper than he wanted to admit, a sharp bloom of poison that summoned up so much more darkness than just the life he'd spent on his back. He'd spent a significant portion of the years after those photos had been taken on his knees.

"I'd suggest you put two and two together, but you've given me no indication that you can count that high." He stalked to the entry hall, barely remembering to snatch his wallet along the way.