[ He tips his head at the question and the compliment — his craftmanship, indeed — and he'd come in the door ready to be proud and obsessive over it, but instead he's given this silly spoon show and it's exactly what's needed to draw him away from his perfectionism and pride in workmanship.

His smile turns to a grin and a laugh is quickly followed by a shake of his head. Of course he has a song for being jailed. Of course. The short, catchy little ditty tickles the hidden ruffian in Blake and he worries almost instantly that melody and half the chorus will get stuck in his head.

When Jaskier finishes, Blake crosses his arms, chin tipped up a bit. ]

That's real good an' all, but it didn't exactly tell me what happened, did it? Pretty sure that's false advertisin'.

[ False advertising, like Jaskier's face, which Blake reads a much younger than quoted. And his proper name, of which Blake is also guilty of hiding (and entirely unaware of at this juncture), but that's not the point. ]

Y'know, I was in law enforcement back home...

[ He sucks his teeth, smile lines still crinkling around his eyes from his amusement. It's always a toss-up how people feel about this fact, so he saves his next breath for the right flirty angle. ]