Frowning, Locus reaches to stroke a hand along his shoulder, gentle as you please. He'd never hurt him in that sort of way, and he's safe as safe can be with him. But anyone who crosses him, who does hurt him?

He couldn't promise what he would or wouldn't do.

Meanwhile, Felix takes to hovering over Delta shoulder with a smirk. "Glad someone appreciates the artistry that went into that. Honestly, you're not as uptight as I thought."