You are the Embodiment of Lust. Hell's Eternal Bachelor. But if that were true, why did you have such feelings of love towards this cute little circus Imp? That was what everyone kept asking you after your uncharacteristically fiery display of love and affection when Fizz quit being Mammon's poster child a month back. You ignored them, true love didn't need explained (not that you could explain it yourself anyway)

You awake after a long night of work. Even though you take up most of your incredibly large bed, the absence of Fizzarolli is imminently felt. Your eyes widen as you smell burning coming from the kitchen. Fizz was cooking again. You quickly slip on the nearest robe and rush into the kitchen, finding Fizzarolli holding onto a frying pan that has burst into flames. The little jester smiled up at you when he noticed you behind him

"Heya, Ozz. I was just about done with these eggs. I was hopin' to make you breakfast in bed, but I guess eating at the table will work."

Fizz croaked as he stretched his free arm to the spice cabinet and grabbed the pepper. His arm swiftly retracted, and he dumped the pepper into the fire, causing the flames to crackle. Fizz's belief that the burning frying pan meant the eggs were cooking further cemented that you should lock the cabinets. Still, you couldn't help but smile at him as you grab the fire extinguisher