Well, he was pretty sure the crotchety old guy was far too buzy being… someplace else, and he couldn’t really think of anyone else capable of anything.
“Well, there’s no-one around ehre anymore than can really do medical shit… But I can probably knock some together for you if you wanted. I’m not just a shiny bodyguard after all.”
Felix blinks, taken a bit aback, but nods and gives an amicable smile.
“I would greatly appreciate it.”
Felix nods and glances at the Lobster again before looking to Anatole, brows rising.
“You’re quite brilliant. I imagine if you also have colleague half so brilliant on your side, I’m in good hands.”
His heart lifts. Perhaps he is not so doomed after all. Shifting a bit, though, he gives the Spy a wary look.
“I don’t suppose you have some way of restraining me if he tries to compel me to go to him again, do you?”
He seems a little embaressed by that.
“Yes, well… I’m not so brilliant as the one who is teaching me, but yes; you should be in adequete hands.”
But the next question takes the slight smile from his face entirely.
“Well.. I do have a… ah, containment chamber of sorts that I… I constructed for another purpose. Half constructed. It remained unfinished until now, but it will do for temporary retrainment instead of long term… captivity.”
“That should do nicely.”
He closes his eyes and smiles before looking up to the Spy again.
“Thank you so much. I know I keep saying it, but the words are hollow compared to the feeling of relief you’ve imparted. My hopes to return home are not so far away now. Seeing my Laurel again and…perhaps some of the younger members of my family, as well.”
Felix has not dared to dwell too long on the thought of his wife having died during his fugue state. Until proven otherwise, he believes her to be alive and well.