Me embarrass you? Please. [ She laughs, crouching down to peer under the bed as well curiously for the kitten, just in case she'll be allowed to sneak in a pet. ]

It's because we understand that we're wary, I'm sure. In any case, as much as I don't mind dim taverns either, I wouldn't turn down the occasion to experience a more refined establishment. And one at which the famous Jaskier used to perform!

[ It's difficult to tell how sincere she's being, and how much is teasing -- but perhaps it's a bit of both, judging by the warmth in her smile when he pats her shoulder as she stands. ]

Why, thank you. That is precisely the look I like to achieve at any given moment. [ She may be blushing, however. Just a little. Ciri adjusts her waistcoat, smoothing down the front and arranging the open lapels of her blouse over the top just enough to show cleavage. She might feel a tiny bit nervous and fidgety, and hopes it's not too fancy. At least not the stuffy boring kind. ]

I like tea well enough, sure.