The handyman's smile faltered so much that it almost looked as though Turbo had caused some sort of physical pain toward him. That sure was a moodkill, he thought. His disappointment was only visible for a moment, however, his smile returning in no time. "Why, of course not. My daddy raised me to treat others the way that I'd like to be treated." Clearly, it was different for Turbo, but Felix remembered that it didn't make Turbo a bad person.
His expression shifts, if only slightly. It moves away farther from confusion, and into more sarcastic territory. Presenting his neighbor with a slight scowl, he sniffled in disdain, hands digging into his pockets.
“Yeah?" A pause. "Psssh, sounds like yer pops was the biggest stick in the mud ta'ever be programmed. Didn't know struttin' 'round like a totally brainless dolt was how ya wanted'ta be treated, hammerhead."