[Where Regis is cataloguing Fizz's reactions and apparent sincerity, so too is the imp watching in return. The decision made to trust hadn't just come from kind words, but from careful movements that spoke of a desire not to hurt or frighten, from small frowns and soft eyes that gave off sympathy, and from body language designed to convey safety and non-aggression.

He's not entirely sure that spouting off about his own ineptitude regarding combat and the living world is brave-- it sure might be stupid-- and he doesn't think anyone has ever referred to him as someone of integrity. It nearly makes him laugh, but he restrains himself to a small twitch of his lips, far more focused on that fact that Regis is agreeing to help him.

Relief.

Relief is so strong that is nearly knocks him off his feet, and it's quickly followed by a gratitude that he opens his mouth to express, but is forestalled in doing so by that rather cryptic finisher.]

Yeah?

[He's all ears.

Not exactly wary or afraid, but definitely curious as to what sort of information could make this less of a hassle for Regis to have to deal with.]

Unless you're about to tell me that you're an expert at making portals, not sure how I won't be a hassle to you. But go on, I'm listening.