Felih can't help but purr in his intrigue at the sight of the man, still curious and wondering more about him after the introduction he'd gotten.

"So you're the one who so finely instructed Alisaie in the ways of red magic, am I right?" he asks, tail swaying in its friendly way as he approaches, before he looks X'rhun's attire up and down. "And such fine taste of garb as well. I suppose the weavers have a ball outfitting you! You must make a fine model."

Being a weaver himself, he knows fine clothes when he sees them.