Yes. Of course Fish likes him. Of course. He likes him enough not to notice any subtleties of expression that may just have slipped, even. Man that was an awkward sentence... but we're all charmed enough by Balthazar to ignore it, right? Sure.

"Yeah." Pause. Right, he should probably look at his watch—which is affixed to his pants by a clip, in this case, rather than around his wrist, and hangs upside down from its leather fob so he can just flip it up to check the time. Which he does now. "Uh, about twenty-five after one. In the morning." When he looks up again, he seems to be hoping for some form of approval.

What exactly Fish is, by the way, is a mystery even to him—but he is indeed deadish. Mostly.