[ Long fingers curl back from where they'd made contact with Fizz's hat, careful not to pull back too abruptly lest the gesture convey any vestige of surprise. A physician's instinct: Regis has dealt with enough people in varying states of pain to know when he's caused discomfort.
Calmly, he places his hands back on his knees. Listens, and watches Fizzarolli recover from that light stumble with as much finesse as he'd shown during his performance, and also watches the follow-up stumble of him readjusting his hat. It's impolite of Regis not to register the kind words that are being offered to him so generously, but he's preoccupied with those micro-communications, the body language.
When he's prompted for another question, he almost asks "did I offend you, just then?"
He reconsiders, because this is meant to be a rapport, not an interrogation. So: ]
I would love to know your favorite color.
[ Guilelessly! He sits there, patient, and smiles. ]
no subject
Calmly, he places his hands back on his knees. Listens, and watches Fizzarolli recover from that light stumble with as much finesse as he'd shown during his performance, and also watches the follow-up stumble of him readjusting his hat. It's impolite of Regis not to register the kind words that are being offered to him so generously, but he's preoccupied with those micro-communications, the body language.
When he's prompted for another question, he almost asks "did I offend you, just then?"
He reconsiders, because this is meant to be a rapport, not an interrogation. So: ]
I would love to know your favorite color.
[ Guilelessly! He sits there, patient, and smiles. ]