It's dark when Felix wakes... well, dark outside. Well, dark outside if you don't count all the neon down there. In the room, they never got around to turning off the light. Felix now regrets this, if the wince and faint pained noise when he tries to open his eyes is a good indication. He puts both hands over his face, the base of a palm pressing each eyelid, and exhales through his nose, then pulls his hands downward until it's the fingertips on his eyes, and gives this whole experiencing-light another, much warier try -- parting the fingers to let some light through the lids, peeking through the fingers when he cracks his eyes open again, until after a fair handful of seconds he's just about functioning enough to sit up, stretch a bit, and gingerly get to his feet. A quick glance around doesn't register any immediate threats, so he pads over to where he abandoned his bag the night before (just avoiding stepping on Lilah's dress), and crouches to open it up. A small amount of rummaging results in a couple advil and a bottle of cheap scotch, the former of which he washes down with a good swig of the latter before recapping it and putting it back down. Right. Important things handled. Thus fortified, he stands again, and takes another bleary look around the room, this time to actually work out where he is. Oh... right, hotel. The neon out the window is noted. Hotel in Vegas. Right. Nice. He looks past the various scattered clothes and back to the bed, and can't help grinning a little at the presence of a naked Lilah there. Riiight. Even nicer. He watches her sleep for half a minute or so, and then figures out where his pants ended up to rescue the Altoids tin, heads over to sit his ass on the little side table where he can look out the windows at the Strip, and lights up.

Lilah, on the other hand, seems to be sound asleep, for the most part. When he gets up, she inhales slowly through her nose, seeming as though she might rouse herself to waking. However, once the bed's settled again, she seems to fall back into her slumber. There's no snoring, thankfully, but she really is pretty out of it, and is unlikely to be conscious in the slightest. Still, as he rests on the side table, he can probably hear her make a soft noise, and breathe in more deeply. She stretches, then, before her eyes flutter open. Her eyes squint a little at the light, and she covers her head with the pillow before changing her mind, and starting to try and sit up. "Time 'sit?" she manages blearily.

Felix glances over at the sound of movement, and gives Lilah a small, crooked smile at her reaction to the light. "Late?" he suggests, "I dunno, I didn't look." Time is something that happens to other people. Still, he leans in the general direction of the bed, squinting at the clock radio, even though it's really a lot closer to her. "1:37. I think." After a moment he thinks to offer, "Could turn the light off, if y'want."

Lilah lifts her arms over her head, stretching mightily, and then shrugs. "Nah, 'm up." She brushes her hair back, and then looks over at him, giving him a soft smile. "Mornin'," she adds, and has yet to seem to care about her nakedness. Of course, that changes a moment later, when she wakes up more fully-- she ends up turning half away from him, blushing a little. One leg crosses over the other, and she asks, "Some day, huh?" She can't help but smile at that.

Felix continues not to care about his nakedness, and her little blush seems to amuse him again. The looking-over she gets when she does that has to be intentionally unsubtle, 'cause he's not THAT bad an actor. "Awesome," he agrees firmly, giving her a quick grin, and stretches. He has another drag and looks her over again, this time less to tease her and more just genuinely appreciative. If perhaps slightly speculative. "How you doin'? Wanna take a shower? Or we could check out that hot tub thing..."

Lilah lowers her gaze as he oh so unsubtly checks her out, trying (and failing) not to blush even worse. She glances back over at him for a moment, and then away. "Are you sayin' I smell?" she teases, but then says more seriously, "I ain't never been in a hot tub. Seen 'em on TV, though. They look mighty comfy." A smile, then, as she peeks down at her wedding ring, and then back over at him. "An' I'm good," she drawls that last word exaggeratedly, "How're you doin'?"

"Nah, I just wanna get wet and naked with you," Felix teases back, because why not see just how much blush can he can raise? "I've been in a couple, only they weren't all that hot at the time 'cause I guess they keep the controls for that inside or somethin', and we weren't exactly invited. The bubbles are cool, though." He stands up and wanders closer, eyes on her while she glances at the ring and replies to him. "...that sounds like a pretty good good."

He'll be gratified to see her blush increase quite a bit, then! He's seen her blush a great deal more, though this one isn't half-bad, either. Lilah smiles lopsidedly at his story, and the smile just rises as he begins to come closer to her. She reaches out to try and take his hand, expression going soft around the edges. "It is," she says, and then points out, "An' you didn't say how you're doin'."

"Wellll," Felix replies, letting her take his hand, "I've kinda got a headache. But it's goin' away." He leans in to claim a rather thorough good-morning kiss. Mmm, cigarettes and liquor, everyone's favourite breakfast. "...I'm pretty good, I reckon. Better if you're comin' in there with me."

Lilah opens her mouth as though to reply about his headache, and then she's being kissed! She attends to that just as thoroughly as he does, sliding one hand into his hair. Still pressed up close to him, she smiles at his words and replies, "I'm definitely goin' in there with you. Wild horses couldn't keep me away." She tries to tug him in for another kiss, briefer this time, and then tries to lead him into the bathroom, glancing behind her at him most of the way.

Felix, as is generally the case, is tugged in for that kiss without difficulty, pulling her up to her feet and closer to him in the process. Lilah proves that people will happily follow you where they wanted to go anyway, as Felix grins a little at her leading and strolls right along behind. Once in the bathroom, though, he lets go of her hand in favour of checking out the controls for the tub and starting to get it filled. The dog tags dangle a bit as he does, and he glances down at them almost with surprise for a moment when they hit his chest again.

Lilah closes the door behind them, leaning back against it and watching as he fiddles with the controls. She reaches out to rub his shoulder as he glances down at the dog tags, and then gives him a soft and adoring smile.

Felix glances up at Lilah, giving her a smile back, though not of quite the same qualities. "Okay, if it gets up to there," he points to a level in the tub, "turn the water off. Probably not gonna be that long, but maybe they got real good water pressure or somethin'." He stands, kissing her on the forehead, and heads across the bathroom into the little toilet alcove, closing the door behind him.

Lilah tilts her head as he gives her the instructions, considering him in silence, and then nods her head. "Okay," she says simply enough, and smiles at the kiss to her forehead. She watches him as he heads into the alcove, though she's honestly watching his general self rather than focusing in on his backside. Alas! She dips her fingers into the water, testing it curiously, and watches to be sure she can turn the water off at the right moment.

Shame, it's a pretty nice backside. It isn't really gone terribly long, though, just a minute or two. There's a flush in there, and when Felix emerges, he actually goes over and washes his hands, which would probably surprise some folks. Not super-thoroughly, granted, but better than nothing, right? "So," he says as he wanders back up behind her, wrapping his arms loosely around her waist, "whatcha thinkin' about for today?"

Naturally, Lilah reaches behind her to stroke his cheek and then a bit of his neck, smiling warmly. "I don't know. Be pretty hard to top yesterday." She stretches her arms out again, getting out the last of her sleepiness, and turns around to face him, kissing his chest. This means she's lost sight of the water, but sacrifices must occasionally be made. Another kiss, and then she looks up at him rather fondly. "How 'bout you? You're always the one with all the big ideas."

"'s true," Felix agrees, and considers. "Well. This first. And then... dunno yet. You know there's a rooftop pool here? And I still wanna go on those rides, but I reckon I'm gonna hafta go out and get us s'more money, probably. Think I'm pretty much out..." His hands slips downward a bit, gripping her rear lightly, and he gives her a playfully seductive look. "Can think of a few other things t' do before they make us check out, too."

Lilah presses her chest to his when his hand slips downward, and she kisses him softly before agreeing, "So can I. An' somehow I think we're on the same page on this'n." She slides one hand down his chest, though it doesn't end up slipping anywhere TOO untoward, unfortunately, stopping at his waist. She wraps the hand around said waist, and tries to pull him in for another kiss.

Felix smiles at the kiss, and the touch of her hand; there isn't that much in left to pull him for that second kiss, but she succeeds to the extent that there is. He kisses her back for rather a while, until there's a slightly odd liquidy sound from behind her, and he breaks off to look. "Oops," he says, laughing, and lets her go so he can turn off the water, which is already sloshing into the overflow drain. He steps into the tub first -- sending even more of the excess down the drain -- and stands in the base, offering his hands to Lilah to help her in.

Lilah mmfs as the kiss breaks, eyes closed, and then opens them to find out why he's dared break off smoochin' time. She smiles at him, laughing as well when she sees the level of the water. "Looks like I fell down on the job," she teases, and then steps forward, taking his hand and stepping in as well. "S'warm!" she says as though this is something that's particularly noteworthy, and gets ready to dip further in.

"Yup. Better watch it, you might get fired and then where'd we be?" Felix replies, and once she's in, sits slowly down into the water, and tries to pull her to sit in his lap. More water sloshes down the overflow, of course. Once he gets her settled in, he kisses the back of her neck, and then presses the button to make the jets start, while watching to see her reaction.

"I might have to find me another job, and then where'd *you* be?" Lilah jokes right back, and is easily pulled into his lap. She smiles at the kiss to the back of her neck, starting to turn to the side a bit so she can half-face him, when he presses the button. She laughs delightedly, reaching a hand down to feel some of the bubbles, and then tries to follow the bubbles to their source. When she finds it, she briefly covers it, and laughs again at the feeling of the water pressure on her hand.

"Sunbathing on the Riviera," Felix replies airily. "...wherever that is. But people always wanna be sunbathing there, so it's probably pretty good." He reaction to the bubbles gets one of his more charmed-looking smiles, and he gives her a soft squeeze around the waist. "They work pretty nice for a massage, those things. Although if you wanna get a bunch of your back or something you do kinda look like a dog that found a good smell to roll in."

"I don't know what the Riviera is, either," Lilah admits with a shrug, and then she's back to playing with the bubbles. She tries to 'catch' a few, and then plays whack-a-mole for a few seconds before leaning back against him. "This's been the best. Just all o' it. The trip. The weddin', this place, everything." She reaches for his arms, trying to wrap them warmly around her like he were some kind of stole, and offers in her best 'seductive' tone, "I'll wash you if'n you'll wash me."

Felix watches her play with the bubbles, and when she leans back, rests his chin on her shoulder. "'m glad you came with me," he says, "I mean, it was a pretty good trip already, but it's more fun havin' you along." He kisses her neck, and although he already had one arm around her waist, he lets her move it and the other one both to whatever position she finds most warm-stole-ish and enfolds her with them more than willingly. "...oh, yeah? Hmm. You make a tempting offer, Miss Me--" He breaks off suddenly, blinking.

Lilah mms softly as he kisses her neck, and she tilts her head to the side to give him better neck-access. Now that his arms are good and wrapped around her in the way she wants, she idly rubs his thighs before starting to turn toward him when he breaks off. "Not temptin' enough?" she asks curiously, looking his face over with a smile. When she sees his expression, her head tilts to the side again, this time out of curiousity. "You forget somethin'?" she asks.

"I, uh." Felix sounds slightly shell-shocked... but hasn't let go or anything. "Not forgot, exactly. I sorta... just realised I guess maybe I shouldn't be callin' you Miss Merriweather anymore." His brow is slightly creased, and he looks utterly uncertain how he's supposed to feel about this, whatever exactly 'this' is, let alone how he actually does.

Lilah reaches up to stroke his cheek with her thumb, head still tilted slightly. "Are you wantin' me to take your name? I like Merriweather, but I gotta admit, Sinclair ain't bad. 'Delilah Raylene Sinclair' has a nice ring to it." She's not obviously teasing him, and mostly just seems a tad confused. She leans in to kiss his nose, and asks, "...you okay?" She's getting slightly concerned, but is mostly fine.

Felix glances at her sidelong for a long moment, his arms staying around her exactly where they were, and looks faintly... sheepish? "I mean I kinda just realised we're married," he admits, "I mean, married-married, like, in a continuing future kinda way. As opposed to a this is the most awesome wedding way. I never... I mean it's not like I do a lotta daydreaming about the future anyway, but I definitely never thought about bein' married to someone." The last is a little thoughtful, as if he's finally getting around to it. "...it does have a nice ring to it, though. But Merriweather's good too. 'course I couldn't call you Miss anymore either way. And Mrs. Merriweather's prolly your mom. I guess there's Ms."

Lilah listens to him closely, but it isn't until he mentions the 'awesome wedding' that she evinces any reaction. Her mouth opens slightly, in surprise and sudden understanding rather than as though she wants to interrupt. She closes her mouth soon after, watching him in silence as he continues and not saying a word. Her expression's a little hard to read, actually hard to read this time as opposed to the usual. She seems to be more... confused and generally bummed rather than angry, though. Once he's done talking, she turns around, her back to his chest again. She doesn't pull away from his arms. "Yeah. Mrs. Merriweather'd be my ma." Silence for several seconds, and then she asks, "Do ya *not* wanna be married to me? Like, should we be gettin' divorced? I ain't upset with you. I just wanna know." She can claim she's not upset with him, and that may or may not be true-- that's hard to determine-- but she's certainly at least a little bit upset, judging by the tone of her voice. She's not good at hiding what she's feeling, and it seems to be taking quite an effort to do so now; it's likely the reason behind her turning away. This way he can't see her face. She is subtle like brick.

There's a moment of silence from Felix -- probably longer than would be preferred -- and then quietly and with perhaps a slight impression of mild surprise, "No." He sighs, resting his forehead on her shoulder briefly. "Did I ever tell you any of my cubnames?" The tone suggests that (a) he highly suspects he hasn't, and (b) this is somehow relevant, not a change of subject.

Lilah closes her eyes, still leaned up against him, and doesn't turn around. Her body isn't stiff, and she's making no move to pull away, so these are good signs. She's quiet even after he says 'no,' sitting exactly as before, and when he asks about cubnames, it's her turn to say, "No."

"I ended up with about five. Lacks-Foresight. Seemed-Like-A-Good-Idea-At-The-Time. Pain-in-the-Ass. Bad-Idea-Jeans. Dies-Twice. They mostly stuck with that last one after I got it, but. Point being." Felix pauses a moment; he doesn't seem proud or (currently) even defiant about the names, definitely a bit subdued. "I don't always do so good at thinkin' about what's gonna happen =after= what's gonna happen next. 's not on purpose, it's just how my brain works. I think shit, I do shit. Doesn't mean all my ideas are so bad, though. Sometimes they turn out really good." He lifts his head again, and tilts it to try to be able to see her face a little. "I'm really glad you came with me, Lilah. I reckon... you're about my favourite person. You make me wanna make you happy, and I don't want you to go away. I kinda. I think I kinda like the idea of bein' married to you." Another moment of nothing, and very, very quietly, with probably the first hint of regret she's ever heard in his voice, "But I'm gonna fuck up."

Lilah's hands are clasped in front of her, as though she were at a job interview, or listening to a teacher. There's no (bodily) sign that she's upset; no clenched muscles, stiffness, or slumping. When he leans forward to see her face, he'll find it a carefully crafted mask of neutrality that he can nonetheless spot confusion and fear and hope through, all the same. She licks her lips, turning to face him just a bit, and listens closely at everything he has to say. Even when there's silence, she doesn't comment. It seems to take his last words to break her out of her reverie, and she lifts a hand as though to cup his face with it, before lowering it again. It seems she doesn't know *what* to do with her hands, because she fidgets quite a bit as she asks, "You some kinda fortune teller, then?" It's meant to make him think, closer to rhetorical than an actual question. Her expression's fairly easy to read, now: compassion and the faintest stirrings of her earlier adoration.

"No," Felix answers, rhetorical though the question may be, and then gives her a tiny, wry half-smile, "...but I been me an awful long time."

Rather than reassure him, Lilah continues to fidget with her fingers a little, as though she can't help but move, and asks, "How do you think you're gonna fuck it up? Think real hard, 'bout what you know 'bout you, an' what you know 'bout me, 'fore you answer."

Felix doesn't seem to have expected or wanted reassurance; he appears to be telling her the absolute truth, at least as he sees it. He watches her hands a few seconds, then looks back to her face. "You said I was trouble, and you're right. I'm gonna fuck up. I'm gonna do stupid shit. I'm gonna be an asshole sometimes. I'm gonna be thoughtless and impulsive and selfish and undependable," one might, possibly, suspect that these were originally someone else's adjectives, or many someones', "and not think shit through, and I'm gonna end up hurting you again, and then I'm gonna die." Probably not intended to mean 'as a result'; like the rest, it's nearly matter-of-fact, except for that uncharacteristic hint of regret. "We wouldn't even be havin' this conversation if I hadn't fucked up an' hurt you already."

"Yeah. You're gonna be thoughtless, impulsive, prolly all that other stuff ya said, too, I'm sure," Lilah says, perhaps surprisingly agreeing with him. "...but so'm I. It's part o' bein' a person. Bein' alive an' not bein' scared to leave your house for fear o' hurtin' somebody else. Ya think m'daddy wasn't upset when I left? Y'think my ma's not gonna--" She breaks off there, shrugging. She frowns, looking down at her hands and seeming to intentionally still them before she looks at him directly, trying to meet his gaze. "An' you think I was destined to marry somebody who *wasn't* gonna die young? It happens. It happens a lot, an' there ain't nothin' any of us can do about it but live while we can." She swallows thickly. "I'm less hurt than y'think. An' gettin' less hurt by the minute." Her hands lift to his cheek again, this time trying to pull him in for a passionate kiss.

"I do it a lot," Felix warns softly, tilting his head at her, with that small wry half-smile again. For the first time there's even a question of hesitation when he's being pulled in for a kiss, but even now it's gone almost as soon as it arrives. Certainly nothing of it remains in the actual kiss itself.

Lilah wraps her arms around him, her eyes remaining open as they kiss. She pulls him in tightly to her, and though there's no sexual heat to the kiss, it's definitely emotive in other ways. Her hands stroke over his back before she pulls them around as though to touch his chest-- and instead fidgets a little before the kiss ends, probably broken by her. She presses her forehead against his, stroking his cheeks with her fingertips. She's quiet for some time, long enough that it might be assumed she's done, before she suddenly says, "Now I ain't hurt no more."

Felix's eyes close in the kiss, by contrast, but his arms stay wrapped around her as well -- more or less where she originally put them, just a bit tighter now. His eyes reopen at some point in the forehead-pressing, despite the danger of cyclopian effects. "...you sure?" he asks, quite seriously, then smiles a little and adds, "Don't tease a poor city boy."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Lilah assures him, returning that smile with one a little bit broader than his. "An' yeah. I'm sure. I ain't sore 'bout none of it. I went on this trip expectin'... just a trip, an' settlin' somewhere else. Maybe some kissin' in the meantime. I got that an' more." She pauses, looking away with her cheeks flushing for some reason. "But no. I ain't hurt no more. I feel better'n before. So you didn't 'fuck up' a damn thing." She looks back at him directly, cyclopian or no, and continues, "...yer gonna have to try a lot harder'n that to hurt me." And before he can cut in, she quickly adds with an amused grin, "An' no, that ain't a challenge."

"I don't always take EVERY challenge," Felix protests, not very convincingly. He's quiet another couple seconds before he grins as well. "I kinda like Lilah Sinclair. But I reckon you should prolly go with whatever you feel right with. Names're a personal thing." One of his arms changes position, just enough to take a turn at rubbing her back for a little. After another moment he offers, "...you wanna know my birth name?"

"Lilah Sinclair it is, then," she says, ducking her head in a nod. "I don't think I'm cut out to be a Mrs. Merriweather, anyway." She tilts her head at his question, and kisses his nose softly. "I wanna know anything about you that yer willin' to tell." Pause. "I'm awfully fond of ya. Even if you ARE a city boy." She grins broadly, and leans in toward him a little as he rubs her back, clearly enjoying the sensation.

Felix wrinkles his nose at the kiss, managing to look pleased at the same time. "Well, I was definitely born country, if that helps any. I'll show you my grandfolks' place someday. And I'm awfully fond of you too." He continues rubbing her back, and glances at her sideways before saying, "Montgomery Beauregard Sinclair. The Third."

"It does help," Lilah laughs, and then says after a moment's thought, "I'd love to see your grandfolks' place, too." She smiles brightly at him returning her sentiment, and kisses his nose again, this time clearly just to bug him. She then settles down to listen to his name, and once it's been said, she asks, "So your grandaddy and daddy were both named Montgomery? Why Felix, then? An' what's the T really for?"

"My grandpa still is," Felix says, and doesn't seem particularly bugged by the nose-kiss, althought she DOES get another wrinkling out of it, so... success? "People call him Monty. They called my dad Junior." There's a breath of a pause in which he possibly decides she's going to end up asking anyway and adds, "I was Beau." He shrugs. "I don't hate it, I just don't particularly like it. And, y'know, 'rou're always gettin' new names when somethin' big changes, like them, or their rank... and the guy asked what I wanted on the ID and I figured, no reason not to do that with other names too, right? And I like Felix. Sounds good, means lucky, works okay with Sinclair. So I went with it." He gives her an impish smile before answering her last question, "The T's really for lettin' me tell people it stands for Trouble, mostly."

Lilah listens, smiling softly at him after that nose-wrinkling. She rubs his cheek with her thumb, and then leans in to kiss the spot she's just rubbed while he talks. That last bit gets a bark of a laugh, and she kisses him lightly before pulling away. "Thank you for telling me. ...an' it ain't got the same weight to it, but my ma's name is Lurlene, an' my daddy's Rayford. S'why my middle name's Raylene." She pauses, then adds, "I feel like I could tell you anything. I prolly would, too." She wrinkles up her nose, much like he just did. "That a bad thing, you reckon?"

"If I gotta give someone something they'll believe, I go with Tiberius," Felix adds, looking quite pleased with the laugh. "...I like that middle name thing. But if we did it we'd have like... Lilix. Or Felah?" He looks somewhat dubious about these options. The wrinkling of her nose results in him leaning in and kissing it. "Nah. Doesn't seem like one to me, anyhow."

"I still like Thaddeus," Lilah teases, and 'corrects,' "Felilah." She firmly nods her head before wrinkling her nose again at the kiss. She kisses him again, softly and not on the nose, before rubbing his cheek with her thumb again. She goes quiet. Thoughtful.

Felix makes a face at both names, although he only comments on the second, "I dunno, that seems a mite unbalanced to me. But a'right, clearly it'd be Lilix for a boy and Felilah for a girl. So that's settled, then." He nods, solemnly, and turns his head to kiss her thumb. "Whatcha thinkin' about?"

Lilah doesn't reply to the rest of what he's said, and her eyes resituate on his face before she shrugs. "I'm always thinkin' a lot o' stuff. S'kinda annoyin', if'n you ask me. An' I know you were gonna." A faint smile, and she rubs her thumb over his lips. It might seem at first like she's not going to directly answer his question, but with a glance in his eyes, she abruptly says, "I was thinkin', I wish I knew if I even wanted kids. But I don't. ...know. I mean. I'm gonna have them, I'm sure. I think I just wish there wasn't so much-- pressure ain't the right word." But whatever the right word is, she doesn't seem to know it, and she shrugs again before continuing, not giving him much time to reply, "An' I wish I knew more about you. A lot more. But I'm willin' to wait as long as it takes. An' I--" She doesn't finish that thought, instead quickly going on, "An' I'm wishin' my thoughts weren't so serious alla time, an' I'm thinkin' my hands are prunes an' I ain't got clean yet, an' I'm glad you told me. Y'know, what was on your mind, earlier. Rather 'n bottlin' up. An' I'm glad about-- about last night. I'm glad you don't want me to go away-- cuz I don't wantcha t'go away, either. An'-- an' I guess that's basically alla it." She lowers her eyes, clearly embarrassed and almost ashamed at her emotions, at saying all this, at almost every word she's spoken. There are unspoken nuances to a lot of what she's said, but that does seem to be all of what was on her mind, save whatever she didn't voice earlier.

Felix ducks his head slightly, looking at Lilah through his lashes with a crooked smile. "I know this is gonna come as a shock... but I never really thought a lot about it," he says, and then lifts his head to lean in and kiss her again. It's fairly gentle. "...obligation?" he suggests, after it breaks. Hey, he knows some words! "You know what's weird to think about? My folks were somethin' like a year, year an' a half older'n us when I was born." A slight pause. "I was about three an' a half when my daddy died." Mathematical implications left as an exercise for the student. He unwinds one arm from her to get the soap, and starts lathering her arm with it. At least that can be clean! "Fingers'll unprune. You stay in the water swimmin' a lot longer'n this. ...and if you wanna know things, you can ask, y'know. I keep tellin' you anythin' anyhow." He sounds faintly bemused about that last bit. He watches her eyes a moment before adding, "Thank you. For tellin' me. I like knowin' what's on your mind."

"Yeah. Obligation fits," Lilah says with a nod, "That fits real well." She returns his kiss warmly, keeping her eyes on him after it breaks and listening to him without interrupting. She smiles lopsidedly at he begins lathering her arm-- she holds it out to the side to make it easier for him, and plants a soft kiss to the side of his neck. "I don't wanna make you sad," she says, as though that's an explanation or an answer to something. "If you're gonna be sad anyway, I wanna help. But there's no cause for me to go 'n pry 'n make ya uncomfortable. So if there's things you wanna tell me, then you just... tell me. But otherwise, I ain't gonna ask." This is clearly the unvoiced bit from earlier. She pauses, and then adds, "I like knowin' what's on your mind, too." She smiles faintly, then asks curiously, "What about you? What's floatin' around in there, waitin' to be asked of or said t'me?"

"I don't really do sad," Felix says, "...or talkin' about shit." He narrows his eyes at her in a sidelong look, mock-accusatory, "You make me act weird." It's only mostly a joke. The soaping makes its way along to her wrist, then back, along the underside this time. He meets her eyes again, studying them a moment. "I'm pretty sure I don't think quite so much as you. I mean, I'm not a still water, I ain't all that deep." A sudden, roguish grin, "Rapids are more fun anyhow." The soaping starts downward along her side, pausing definitely longer than it has to at the outer curve of her breast. "What'm I thinkin'... I dunno." He considers a moment, eyes on the soaping, and then his gaze flicks up to hers again, suddenly asking, "Your ma ain't gonna what? You don't really talk about her none." Probably not going to help any with at least one topic he transparently IS thinking about, but apparently this one's been niggling.

"Well, yeah. If you never talk 'bout shit, ain't no call to be sad, I reckon," Lilah says, tilting her head as she considers him in silence for a moment. "Ain't a bad way to live, maybe." A smile, and then, "An' I like you weird. If it makes ya feel better, you make me act weird, too." She reaches out with her free hand to run her fingertips along his arm, and then lowers them into the water. "You're deeper than you let on. An' bein' 'deep' ain't all it's cracked up to be, anyway. I'd rather talk to you, get drunk with you, and have a day like today... than have some Yankee recite poetry all day at me." She rolls her eyes. She definitely doesn't seem to mind the lingering soaping-up, smiling down at him. It's subtle, but her smile lessens just slightly at his question, before she shrugs and says more seriously, "...have to be 'handled.' She's got a temper, an' sometimes you just gotta know how to handle 'er. Daddy knows the right stuff to say though. It'll be fine." She pauses, then quickly says, "She ain't abusive-like. She's an Ahroun, is all."

Felix smiles back when she runs her fingertips down his arm. "Reckon I like you weird too, then," he says, and her answer to his question gets a nod -- and a second one for the quick addition. "Galliards ain't much better." She's definitely seen evidence of his own temper in the last week, despite the smallness of the moon. The control's not too bad for a werewolf, but strangers probably still mutter things about anger management programs now and then. Very, very quietly. He studies her a moment, then steals another kiss, soaping more of her breast. When the kiss breaks, he readjusts her placement on his lap slightly, and then looks at her sidelong again, with a crooked smile. "I could recite poetry atcha. If you decide you're lackin' it."

"Better enough," Lilah says, and runs a fingertip fondly down the side of his leg. "You do all right. An' if worst comes to worst, maybe I'll be as good at handlin' you as daddy is at handlin' her." There's no leering in that; it's very matter-of-fact. "He always knows just what to say, what to do." She glances over at him, tilting her head, and says, "I hope that ain't... you know. All condescendin'-like. I just, 'm used to it. Sorta. It ain't like she's around much, but I watch when she is. ...an' you did real good, that first night I met ya." His kiss is returned, and then she brushes a bit of hair away from her face, watching him thoughtfully. Her position is easily adjusted, and she leans back against him comfortably. "What kinda poetry? Lim'ricks?" Her tone is teasing, but not mocking.

"If you want," Felix replies, equally teasing, "Lessee..." He tilts his head, focus shifting up and to the side at nothing, and thinks for a bit. "...okay. There once was a beauty called Lilah / whose attributes surely would rile ya / The way that she'd redden / when teased about beddin' / 'd make any man want to defile her." He has to push his accent further south until it gets non-rhotic to make that last rhyme work, but hey, it scans! Pretty much. He gives her one of his cheekier grins.

Lilah's brows lift at the first line of the limerick, and she looks absolutely tickled as he continues on. Of course she blushes, though it's at the last line rather than the two before it, and she laughs delightedly when he finishes. She lifts her hands up for a thorough clapping, and then moves in to kiss that cheeky grin, putting a heavy dose of heat into it. Her body shifts in his lap, and her tongue seeks out his as her hands caress his chest. She shows no signs of pulling away.