He's about to point out that it doesn't look like Blitzø is fixing shit, but then there's that comment and oh those are fighting words. Fizz's lips stretch into a sharp grin to match Blitzø's, immediately rising to the challenge.

"Hah! You fucking wish it was that! Ozzie takes better care of me than you ever could, cause you know. He's the king of lust and all." And it doesn't hurt that there's also a lot of emotions there but he's getting distracted.

"No, I wanted to ask if you could help me with..." Fizz's tail flicks back and forth before he curls it around himself instinctively. "You know, you said I was bad at combat and it's true. I'm not good at fighting and I've never had to be but now that the secret's out... maybe I should try and learn?"

His gaze flicks to Blitzø and away, because fuck he knows this is embarrassing, having to ask someone he's mocked on more than one occasion for help and he wouldn't blame Blitzø for telling him to leave.

"Ozzie tries his best, you know? But he can't be everywhere and I don't want to make him worry."