[The candlelight isn't needed for Fizz to get a proper look at what's happening, imps see exceptionally well even in near perfect darkness, but it does give him a visual clue of where he's supposed to be directing his attention.

Okay, it's a hand?

He has no idea what's really going on, wondering if there's some kind of hidden riddle to this, when suddenly the situation becomes a lot less hidden riddle and a lot more terrifying answer. It's a display that he's not expecting even in the slightest, and the only reason he hasn't moved to run or defend himself, is the fact he was warned something was going to happen which means this isn't an attack. Probably.

His eyes are still wide and wary when he raises them from that hand to Regis' face, shaking his head to the sound of tinkling bells.]

Higher vampire?

[Fizz repeats the words a little numbly. An insane part of his mind wants to laugh and quote one of the dumb vampire movies that often show in between Hell-a-novella marathons. I vant to suck your bluuuuuuuud. It's... nonsense. Vampires aren't real.

But those fingernails-- claws?-- sure are real. And why wouldn't vampires be real? Regis has accepted the fact a Hellborn creature from another place has manifested through a portal, that's... Fuck. Fuck. A vampire? A higher vampire, whatever the shit that's supposed to mean?

It's only when he catches the sound of himself swallowing hard that he realises he's been quiet a bit too long, caught in his confused whirlwind of thoughts.]

Uh-- no. We don't have vampires of any kind, I didn't even know they were real outside of stories.

[His eyes dart towards the doorway, then back to Regis again.]

Is this a world of vampires?