[ Oh, of course he did. She probably already knew that, but she's so cross with him it isn't even funny. Considering the situation, she suddenly quite dislikes being called my dear too. ]

Resent it all you want, but call me dear that condescendingly again and you'll regret it.

Being in another world is one thing -- I get that part -- but you really don't remember me?

Dammit, Jaskier. You have magic, you don't even know who I am, and next you'll tell me you're famous for ballet instead of ballads!