Felih cocks his head curiously, ears perking forward at the way Zephirin's movements are the picture of neutrality, even-tempered and stable. He admires it, though he keeps it to himself for now: he's sure the man already deals with enough praise from his admirers, and Felih doesn't want to come off as fickle and shallow as the nobles of Ishgard.

"Curiosity, of course," he finally replies, letting himself crack a playful smile. Because he's a cat, is the unsaid joke, but Felih won't ruin it by explaining it.

Felih is short even for a Miqo'te, so he feels quite small in Ishgard, the nation filled with Elezen and Hyur. But he tries not to let it daunt him.

"I merely wished to ask if you've time to spare. I am intrigued to get to know the Heavens' Ward, in light of recent events- hopefully, to prevent more misunderstandings between us..." he admits with a laugh.