Felih's having so very much fun. His promiscuity and casual trysts are well-known among the Scions at this point, and so long as his activities don't get in the way of his work, no one much minds his flirtatiousness too much. Besides, who were they to judge how he sought out companionship? (After losing his mate, who would deny him the shallow comfort of physical intimacy?)

"Well then, my friend, I suppose at this point it's more of an invitation, hm~?" he purrs at her with a grin, before leaning down to close the distance, content to press his lips right to hers- the lingering sweetness of his drink still on his lips. His hand comes up to gently hold her chin as he kisses her- lightly, at first, in case he has overstepped his bounds.