[On the one hand it's a definite relief to hear that he hasn't offended Regis, and that he isn't likely to even if he says something incredibly dumb about vampires. He'll file away the knowledge that some of them do enjoy drinking blood, with the implication of strong violence, to keep him on his toes around any others he might meet. And that Regis himself abstains completely for principles, it adds more to the patchwork picture Fizz is putting together of his character, one that so far seems like a really fucking decent guy.

On the other hand... what the fuck does he do with a compliment like that?

He's used to compliments, he has adoring fans in every Ring of Hell and his might be the most famous face down there. But his compliments are usually along the lines of how awesome his tricks are, or how much they would like to fuck him, or how well the Fizzies do fuck them. Not... nobility, courage, and integrity.

Fizz flushes and reaches over Regis' shoulder to take a hunk of cheese to shove in his mouth to have something to do, his cheeks hamster full when he answers. Why does he choose to launch into his performer's sales pitch? He doesn't even know himself, it's just what comes out.]

R-Right, that's me, the famous Fizzarolli... making Hell a wonderful place to be at all my shows. Nightly at Ozzie's, and touring regularly under Mammon. And if that's not enough, you can always buy a Fizzie~!

[Shut up, Fizz. He tails off awkwardly, giving a hoarse and uncomfortable chuckle.]

Uh-- or not, sorry. Habit.