Felice couldn't stop the slight smirk that appeared on his face at the metallic canine's exasperation. °Hai un problema, canino? Non è un problema per mi~." The amber-eyed boy sent a somewhat sassy wink toward the group in general. Hey, whether this place was hell or just on the way, he'd take what simple pleasures he could where he could get them. There weren't many for him. 

Actually, it was rather amusing to find a dog that had problems with how he spoke. Even back home, he wouldn't have believed it. 
...Yeah...Back home... When did he start thinking about it like that? 

Pushing the thoughts away again, he turned back to see the volunteer's progress on the wall. Hmm... How would he go about this when it was his turn?