"You can't be fucking serious," Felix gasps, smoke billowing from his mouth as he eyes you, his brow furrowing. The fact that you were the total darling you were, and you'd never been with anyone absolutely shocked him.

"No one?" He rolled onto his stomach, folding his arms so he could meet your gaze as you laid on the bed together, a common occurance between the two of you. A confusion filled his gaze, which soon bled into amusement. He really didn't get it. You were great, like, his type, even, and you'd never even kissed anyone? He'd laugh, which he did, but he thought it was kind of sad.

"That is such a goddamn pity," he sighs, blowing smoke into your face as he leant back against the bed, on his side. A smug little smirk twitches at the corners of his lips, his head cocking to the side a bit. Felix looked you over, watching the way you looked back up at him.

He thought you'd have some experience, really, considering the group of friends you guys had.

But, that piques his interest, a lot. Poor thing.

"God, that's—" he giggled, full on giggled, "tell me about it. What's it like?"

Hey, he doesn't mean to be mean, but it's usual for him.