A mysterious-looking stranger with a pertinent question is more than enough to draw out the less aloof of the Caelus brothers. Felix is already loitering nearby to take stock of the tough fellow in black and all his intriguing packages. The questions merely give him a polite opening to stroll over in all his quasi-Roman leather armor.

"For your first question, that's something we're still arguing over. It's so hard to decide who should get the credit, sometimes. But I think the title ought to go to our new sheriff. Rosco Coltrane."

Admittedly he'd quite like a healthy share of the credit if the law enforcement venture goes well, but with credit comes responsibility, and Felix prefers to avoid direct contact with that.

"As for the other question, let's say I like to play by the rules, whatever they may happen to be." He smiles. There's an awful lot going unsaid in that.