Mildmay is a bit flabbergasted by this conversational salvo, but, of course, he doesn't let it show. He just leans forward, a bit, putting more weight on his hands-- still dripping with blood from the wrist down-- grasping to Jashuki. Powers, he hopes the wood won't stain from all this.

"Shit, Felix, d'you really think you did this?" How best to follow that up? Hmm, well, what worked last time? Gentle, kind chiding with no weight behind it. "Even you ain't that vain." Well, he's plenty vain, surely. But not enough to think himself the cause of everything.

...Not unless he can punish himself for it, but that's another matter.