Felix heard the lights turning on, and he knew Shannon could see him, skin and scars and all. Keeping his posture tall and his shoulders back was difficult, knowing that Shannon might see the ugliness of the scars lacing his back. Perhaps it helped a tiny bit that Felix couldn't see his reaction. His head turned slightly toward the sound of Shannon's voice when he spoke.

"Whatever will please you, sir," Felix answered, his voice a soft caress so unlike his usual quick sharpness or breathless chatter.