[Felix fills his glass and sets the bottle back down between them. In case she wants to move to straight rum, too. He takes a sip, and then another - and then he almost spits it out at what she says about him. He manages to swallow it, but coughs uncontrollably for a second afterward before he looks at her, somewhat incredulous.]

Me? I'm...I'm not...

[Friend material? Cut out to be someone's only friend? Very good at emotional support, or emotional anything for that matter?]

I'm a...strange choice. I would have thought you'd have plenty of friends. You're...

[He gestures vaguely at her. Use your words, Felix.]

Um. More tolerable than most.

[...Saints. He takes another generous sip of his rum.]