[ That Felix mutters something, Claude's pretty sure of. His hearing is good and it's too ingrained in him by now to listen for offhand remarks, quiet and both intended and not intended for him to overhear. But with the wind and the direction of his attention, Claude can't make it out.

It's fine. The expression on his face tells him enough. Initially taking peripheral note, he turns to look more directly, and looks a moment longer than might be considered polite once Felix again redirects his attention. A moment longer, then he follows his line of sight to the clouds.

Lovely day though it's been, those might be troublesome. Bad weather, indeed. ]

Well, if walking with the right person, you might improve your conversational skills.

[ Or lack thereof. Claude's smiling, the curve sharp into his cheek. Teasing, if only just. ]

Really though... I guess you truly don't do anything for fun? Just because you want to, or to unwind?

[ It wouldn't be much of a surprise if not. Felix seems wound tight. ]