At that correction, Jaskier actually manages an honest blush. Rare, yes, but it manages to take him. He goes red to the tips of his ears in a split-second. It was one thing to be told about how absolutely pathetic that first attempt at picking up Geralt had been--that was reasonable--but that she had witnessed it firsthand through the lens of Geralt's eyes?

"Well, that is embarrassing," Jaskier admitted and downed the remainder of his cup before holding it out and tacitly requesting more. "I have gotten better at flirting, I'll have you know--and I wasn't that terrible back then. Oh, why am I defending myself at eight-teen?"

He nods his head in thanks as she pours him more and then lets out a huff of breath. He'd gotten her to drink--lucky guess, that--and he was starting to feel the liquor in his system as they carried on. Another refill or two and they'd finish the bottle.

"Now, I would object to telepathy being used to dredge up information but, frankly, it seems fair enough. Next time we'll just pick a game that favors me a bit more."