[ There are few things that take Regis off-guard anymore, but Fizzarolli's accordion-like slinking across the cavern manages to invoke the softest exclamation of surprise-turned-amusement. Acrobatics like the vampire has never seen; suddenly, the harlequin costuming makes sense.

Should he clap? It's not a show, surely. Still, he leans back and cranes his neck from the ground floor, his smile stretching further than it should. From this distance, it's probably impossible to tell that Regis' teeth are sharper than they should be, but hey. Who knows.

Speaking of: ] Oh, I wouldn't want to give myself too much credit. [ "But yes, I'm a vampire", he thinks to append, but he's still playing that card close to his chest. Even Geralt, bless his stubborn soul, took a bit to piece Regis' identity together. ]

An eccentric, perhaps. I live here because I enjoy the privacy. [ Which doesn't, like, explain why he chose a cemetery, but. Shh. ] Not the best place for tourism, but some of the tombstones outside are quite amusing.

[ "Partied so hard, they perished from exhaustion" is a fun one. He points behind him, where dark tunnels lead up outside. ]

Would you like some fresh air?