[ Sure, Regis is interested in what exactly Fizzarolli is and his physiology, if there's anything that he should know in terms of Fizzarolli's ability to acclimate to places that aren't Hell (is the air on the surface bad for his health if he's exposed to it for too long? does saltwater burn? does he need protection against the sun?), but these questions don't paint a picture of who Fizzarolli is. The who is more essential, if they're to spend time together for however long Fate dictates.

Regis huffs at his companion's non-committal answer, amused and warm. ]

Ah, so you've a partner. Giving your friend who caused this whole ruckus an earful, I'd imagine.

[ "Blitzø", as Regis recalls from that funny little contraption with the glowing screen. ]

This raises more questions, but I won't pry for now. [ Another low, soft laugh. ] Blue it is. I shall have to find you something suitably blue during my next excursion to the city.