[ Humor is contagious, or keeping, as Claude had hardly been (sincerely) somber before this. But when Felix offers his drawn out observation, and offers it with an expression both subtle and distinct, Claude laughs, the hand above his head plummeting to clutch in excessive agony at his chest. ]

Ohhh, ouch. I'll grant you that it might have been quieter, but try as you surely would to deny it, I'm way cuter than a rooster and a much more entertaining conversationalist.

[ Letting his ear drop toward his shoulder, a magnified tilt of consideration, he allows: ]

Well, a more coherent one, anyway.

[ And blame the resplendent color splashing in glorious warmth across the sky, blame the smudging of those usually harsh features beside him, blame his repeated mantra of just this once, one time only, this singular sunrise. He leans sidelong, close enough that he needn't topple for this but not so close that he can avoid a slightly comical angle as he bumps their shoulders, conspiratorial and chummy. ]

Don't worry, Felix. I won't tell anyone that you like me better than roosters.