It was easier to mask the war of emotions with no visual cues to give away. He turned towards York, making his way towards him to take his usual position beside him, on his knees. Felix watched with what could almost register as fascination, before letting his eyes flicker back to York.

Clearly a show of ownership on his part.

"If that's what you want, then we want the same thing, pal. And I'd rather we were working together than...well. Not. But it's not like I don't understand your reservations."

He licks his lips. "Tell you what. Don't make the call now. Take some time, think it over. In fact, why don't you come by the compound yourself. I'm having a party thrown for some fucking contract or another, because hey. That's what we're expected to do for new partnerships." His hands slipped loosely into his pockets as he shrugged, looking briefly to Sharkface.

"Stop by, have a few drinks, bring your hawks. I could probably introduce you to a few folks, and you can see how well my hawks are kept. Then, by the end of the evening, you can let me know what you wanna do. Fair?"