"You're a fucking killjoy, you know that?"

Meanwhile Locus is breathing a little more evenly, the steady stroke of slick fingers pulling most of his focus, though he manages to keep from pressing him, from pushing things even as Felix gains his own ground.

"No dick-biting or pinching. He likes that shit. Not me. None of that pet-name bullshit either. And don't go pulling any electric toys out of your back pocket."

Well. It appears Felix has absolutely no issue stating what he does and doesn't want, at least.