[He bites his tongue. He maintains it is not condescending, but affectionately polite. However, he is quite sure she could also kick his ass, whether or not he saved her from Fae. (He didn't.)
Jaskier clears his throat.]
My, you're awful prickly, aren't you? [Will the knowledge she could kick his ass stop him from talking? Well...
He blinks. He actually takes a step back, adding a little distance between them. Is it him, or is she becoming even more angry with him somehow? It's not the first time. It certainly isn't. But he also... fuck, he's been coddled as of late, and having a voice raised at him makes him wince. After the last fucking month, it's. A lot.]
I didn't realize I should. [If she's surprised at his magic, then she certainly wasn't... part of all that. Not someone he forgot through the torture.] No, no, I most certainly am a master of ballads. As always. [Though her ire does unnerve him, it's serving to leave him confused and curious, too.] Why -- er, how, I should say, do I know you?
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Jaskier clears his throat.]
My, you're awful prickly, aren't you? [Will the knowledge she could kick his ass stop him from talking? Well...
He blinks. He actually takes a step back, adding a little distance between them. Is it him, or is she becoming even more angry with him somehow? It's not the first time. It certainly isn't. But he also... fuck, he's been coddled as of late, and having a voice raised at him makes him wince. After the last fucking month, it's. A lot.]
I didn't realize I should. [If she's surprised at his magic, then she certainly wasn't... part of all that. Not someone he forgot through the torture.] No, no, I most certainly am a master of ballads. As always. [Though her ire does unnerve him, it's serving to leave him confused and curious, too.] Why -- er, how, I should say, do I know you?