Felix nods along sympathetically. Who wants to die and leave their enemies still standing, right? He gets that. He absolutely does. He's studying Freddy carefully, glancing at the cigarette. It takes a second to realize he's being offered something and then he just looks puzzled.

"Why?" He pauses, shakes his head. It seems to snap him back to reality a little. "Sorry- I'm rather distracted of late. I'd kill for a beer, actually. Thanks."

An overture of friendship. An offering. An opening. Excellent.