Felix blinks as he's handed a cue, but then smirks. He cants his head to one side, running a hand up the polished wood before he steps closer to the table. Oh, the innuendos he could deploy...

There's a rather satisfying clack as the balls break and go rolling across the smooth surface of the table. Felix watches them scatter with mild curiosity; he has no idea yet what he should be watching for.

"Well, I can't promise to be deft, but I can be flexible." He can try to imitate Delia's stance, too-or at least begin to before he lifts his eyebrows at them. "So, where am I supposed to be punting these?"