Felih eyes the tome curiously, before he tilts his head. He meets far too many people in his life, fleeting, folk coming in and out of his life too erratically and unpredictably for him to remember every face, every voice.

Still, he raises a brow, looking up at the Elezen with intrigue, still cradling the sleepy cub. His own tome rests at his hip, though he doesn't need to use it half the time, these days.

"Well, it seems you know my name, 'tis only fair you grant me yours," he chirps, tail slowly swaying low over the ground, cautious, wary. Not a kind-hearted man, he says? It will put Felih on guard, especially since it seems this man may have something against him already...