He can hear how torn up Caleb is over losing that ability to use magic again. It was an inherent part of who he was and to not use it would be a struggle. Felix himself isn't sure how he would cope if he couldn't use his magic.

"Te lo prometto, we will find a way to get that back for you," he says solemnly. "What is the point of having magic if you are unable to use it, hm?"

Felix sits up straight and leans across the table. "Now don't get too pessimistic on me yet, Caleb Danvers," he says, his voice going a little lower. "We have some work ahead of us and I am one stubborn bastard, so I hope you're prepared. You will have your magic back to a point where you won't die on us just yet." And he couldn't wait to feel how Caleb's magic reacted to and with his own.

He swirls his glass of wine with a low hum. "What are your thoughts on fundraising galas...?"