Locus may thing that by being so glib he's not revealing much. But then, that's why he's so easy to read. He doesn't realize how many tells he has, and far be it from Felix to tell him about them. He can see those tense fidgets and he knows they mean there's something Locus doesn't want him to know about this subject.

So, he stands up, shoulders open, a smile still on his face, "yeah? About time, I was really starting to get sick of that shitty backwater excuse for a planet." He's walking over, slowly, idly, as he talks. There's nothing menacing about it.

Or at least, there shouldn't be, as Felix steps up to Locus and plants a firm hand on his taller partner's shoulder. It should be a friendly gesture. But there's just... something sharp in his eyes that doesn't match. "I wonder though, why does it feel like there's something important you're not telling me?"