"Mmmm, I suppose." He pats Mezzetino's cheek. "Don't get jealous, now. We've got other things to worry about." And he can't get distracted by Mezzo's pretty eyes.

Brighella picks up one of the shards himself, holding it up to the light to examine it better. The edges cut his fingers, but they heal immediately with the faint glow of blue-purple light. "It's like the water is the reflective coating, but that wouldn't just be water..."