Cor is not wrong, really, and Regis knows it in some way. But what is at all familiar to him has gone preciously rare, and barbed, at that, so he clings to every last shard of familiarity. Lucis Caelums are cats, after all.

And Cor gets a very deliberate pout. "Of course. But even if you were up before noon, I probably didn't find out until after. Just a guess, based on how he is."

Fondly, though, so fondly.