Felix isn't looking to fight, and he doesn't now. A good thought, a bad thought -- it doesn't really matter when it's also a stupid, pointless thought, and it is as long as he's still powerless to the Admiral's whims. Just because the thing in charge decided to be benevolent for a few hours doesn't mean anything else has changed. Besides, Dean might say anything you want, and Felix is sure he believes he means it, but he doubts that Dean would really turn his back on his inmate, on his deal, on his world -- on his brother -- for Felix. He doesn't think that's the Dean he knows. Not the one he's fallen for.

So however good a thought it might be, he lets it drop with a bittersweet wrench in his gut. Already, the thought of having to leave this place again... he sighs inwardly and digs into his sushi, forcing a smile at Dean's teasing. "Does it have to be specifically like a girl?" he asks mildly, pushing a roll across to him.

The avenue pulls at his attention again a moment later, even though nothing is really going on in particular. It is, in fact, the lack of eventfulness that has his attention -- the normality of everyday life. A part of him doesn't even want to go back out there, now that he's been reminded he'll have to leave it again.

But maybe the optimist in him isn't as dead as he thought, because the urge, that's still there. "So what else do I need to see around here? Besides the view from your room."