It's an odd form of masochism, perhaps, that drives Dedue to return to Club Medusa in time to watch one of Felix's acts. The last time he'd seen Felix perform, it had given him things to think about and, ultimately, things to set aside for the good of himself, Felix, and likely the entire household. Were he a wiser man, he would refrain from watching the very act that made him consider the idea of anything beyond a tolerable ceasefire between the two of them.

Felix would have many things to say about the wisdom of his decisions, no doubt. Dedue can easily imagine his comments.

It is a good thing, at least, that this particular event has Felix dressed up in costume, and one that Dedue finds more ridiculous than alluring. He's still as skilled as ever when he dances, moves with strength and grace, but it's not the same sort of beast-- pun not intended-- as when he was wrapped in silks and sheers. A minor test of fortitude.

The rest of the dances in the adjoining rooms are interesting, at least in their themes and execution, but don't hold Dedue's attention beyond what would be polite for a performance.

In the final room, Felix drinks at the bar and watches the woman onstage. Dedue had intended to leave without being noticed, but he will, by necessity, have to walk past the bar to exit the building. Though he is skilled at generally remaining unnoticed, Felix is unlikely to miss a man of his height in this crowd. And while Felix may or may not attempt to interact with him upon seeing him, he would know that Dedue was here, despite the well-known fact that he does not like crowded places, loud places, or parties, and this place embodies all three of those things. If he does not try to make for the exit, Felix will still undoubtedly see him when he leaves the bar to return to his act.

He shouldn't have come here. The Felix-in-his-head was right: he is a fool.