It's the combination of the heels and the tight pants. Feliks is nowhere near as disadvantaged as Fai is in the ass-having department, but he's long since learned the gentle art of turning a modest hint of curve into something incredible. And why would he not share that expertise with his best of friends, right?

He snickers helplessly at the suggestion for the novel's name-- fortunately timed, since it provides cover for his moment of stunned silence at Fai doing that thing with his eyes. Not the glamour-- that's actually completely disinteresting to him. Just... the way he looks at him all intense and stuff, with his own eyes, even if they're in another face.

"I liked it better the way it was before," he manages, still giggling, poking gently at Fai's face and tugging at his hair with the arm not slung around his shoulders for support.