"Hah! I knew it, well, sort of," Jaskier crowed and the lifted his cup to take a long drink. She had sipped for each title but, in fairness, his was more along the lines of what he had been fishing to learn.

"I mean, I would have guessed Duchess or at least an 'in waiting'," he admitted. He gestured with his cup hand in an idle way. "You carry yourself with that vein of confidence."

He let's out a short sigh and gestures back at himself.

"I do not, but I am technically a Viscount of Redania, so, cheers again."

He really just wanted another sip, frankly. He could feel the easy heat settling against the surface of his skin, the fog of alcohol dulling his movements. This was fun and extremely comfortable. He wished they had pillows--he could really go for reclining on a pillow.