[All of that -- a private performance -- and he isn't satisfied? Jaskier clicks his tongue, turning away as he places the spoons back where he got them from. (They'll be washed eventually.) Nevermind the initial point of it; that Blake is able to speak words at all after such a thrilling voice such as his own is testament enough to his lack of appreciation.] I am starting to see my talent is wasted upon you. [You've lost private performance privileges.] I'm sure you can think of something appropriately raunchy to fill in the lines.
[Mostly because -- well, he's not hesitant to explain he was thrown in a cell for peeping in a whorehouse, but because he was peeping to find Yennefer in the midst of their running-from-the-men-whose-balls-she'd-kicked fiasco, only to find her disappear, so --
It was all a mess. And in his past. Merely worth mentioning he'd only been jailed, officially, the once.]
Yes? [Jaskier leans against his counters, raising his brows in response.] And what law were you enforcing? No offense, but you don't really have the physique of a king's bodyguard or anything.
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[Mostly because -- well, he's not hesitant to explain he was thrown in a cell for peeping in a whorehouse, but because he was peeping to find Yennefer in the midst of their running-from-the-men-whose-balls-she'd-kicked fiasco, only to find her disappear, so --
It was all a mess. And in his past. Merely worth mentioning he'd only been jailed, officially, the once.]
Yes? [Jaskier leans against his counters, raising his brows in response.] And what law were you enforcing? No offense, but you don't really have the physique of a king's bodyguard or anything.