[If Alucard was less -- strict -- with himself and others, Jaskier would've kissed him the same moment he stole the glass. As it is, he only takes it with some minimal brushing of their fingers (required), and takes a long sip of some very good stuff.]

I detect a sense of sarcasm. [Or simply disbelief. Rude.

Then again, as time has gone on, it feels as if he has changed why he has done what he has over and over. Shifting memories, different desires. But it is true that the one thing he recalls desiring was... freedom.

Perhaps that's why the sandpipers appealed to him in the end. Freedom by the coast. Not only through the air, but the stretching sea as well.]

You know, the more you push the point, the more I'm beginning to second-guess myself. [He takes a seat as Mog scrabbles underneath a table to get the prime spot to stretch out right onto Jaskier's boot.] When you first met me, and for some time after, I was that sort of man. I would stay out of things. But the moment I decided to stay this world and make it my own, I suppose part of me... dare I say it? Matured.