[ A small breath of laughter escapes his lips, as they cut sideways into a smirk. ]

No, you haven't. The name's Felix. Got recruited like the rest of you, here to fight the good fight. Because hey, nothing's going to win hearts and minds like scandalous evening wear, am I right?

[ He paused, lips pursing thoughtfully for a moment, before pulling out a pair of black leather pants and holding them to his hips. They sit a little low. Might show off the tattoos along his hips. Who knows what the spiderfolks think of that sort of thing. ]

I mean, it's a little 'my parents just don't get me', but it's not bad. Right?