"I'm a scoundrel, blackmailer, and thief," he says easily, eyes bright as he looks at Fjord. "I serve no gods and my professional associations are loose at best."

He glances up as Molly reappears with food. He grins at the other tiefling.

"And I don't have a favorite color."

Revel sits forward, adjusting the blanket around him as he looks over whatever Molly's brought them. He picks something that looks good and that he can handle with his fingers, even if Molly was so kind as to bring utensils.