"Really?" Jaskier asked and his tone was a blend of surprise regarding Sir Eyck--unfortunate tit of Denesle--and disappointment regarding the state of Knightly affairs. Then--oh, then she throws down the gauntlet and Jaskier sputters, aghast as he recoils dramatically in his seat. His free hand flies to his chest and he it, very briefly, torn between complete denial and shock.
"I cannot believe he told you that," Jaskier announces in a low hiss (without anger so much as laced with heavy shock). "My weakest attempt at seduction and that is what he shares with the world."
Jaskier rolls his eyes and resettles in his chair as he takes a long drink. In the event that it had been an offhand comment, he defends his own ridiculous honor by adding:
"A terrible song is a very easy way to earn traveling supplies, presuming one visits when bread is stale and not when fruit is rotting."
That made it better, yes? Probably not.
"Well, I've never...attended any sort of war council." This was casting a wide net, but most Sorceresses were court appointees. Surely Yennefer had been dragged to some meeting of note between contentious lords?
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"I cannot believe he told you that," Jaskier announces in a low hiss (without anger so much as laced with heavy shock). "My weakest attempt at seduction and that is what he shares with the world."
Jaskier rolls his eyes and resettles in his chair as he takes a long drink. In the event that it had been an offhand comment, he defends his own ridiculous honor by adding:
"A terrible song is a very easy way to earn traveling supplies, presuming one visits when bread is stale and not when fruit is rotting."
That made it better, yes? Probably not.
"Well, I've never...attended any sort of war council." This was casting a wide net, but most Sorceresses were court appointees. Surely Yennefer had been dragged to some meeting of note between contentious lords?