[ It's difficult not to think of the "could haves" and "would haves" in situations like this. Locus isn't so closed off that he doesn't think about how life could have been if only certain things had gone differently,  been handled differently.  Not that he's prone to flights of fancy, but Felix has been a main components in his life for longer than his own family. It's not a far stretch to think about the future.

Or, well, at one time it hadn't been. Now things are just too convoluted and confusing.

But, the big fact remains: he doesn't hate it. Not all of it, anyway. The boring sedentary life he doesn't care for so much. Though, he imagines Felix will take care of that one way or another. He's never handled downtime well.

Locus leans back in his seat, the leather creaking beneath him. Though he's not quite looking at Felix, it's not a look of annoyance on his face. Felix can likely easily figure out it's the expression he wears while deep in thought—seeing through everything rather than seeing it. Finally, he does rally; ]

I don't think a moon is doable right now. They don't seem to care much about space travel in the past.

[ There's only the smallest of pauses; he presses his lips together for a moment before clearing his throat and continuing.  ]

When we get back, there's some land to look at in the mountains just outside the city.

[ That's as much of an answer as he can give without actually saying he'll be kept. ]