Oho. This is too good. Felix's grin is back, and wider than before. There's no guarantee this man is from the place he thinks, but he likes the odds. (Although it does occur for a second, perhaps he should be more worried about the side-effects of experimenting with conjuration in a place so spatially odd as Yorktown.)

"Oh, that's just splendid! I don't think you'll get in any trouble with him at all. I can guarantee it for you, in fact."

Hmm. Now, how to capitalize on this. Dear Jim, I have your Andorian alive and well. If you wish to see him returned this week sober, bring ten bottles of brandy to the squid-dragon statue with the unpronounceable name...