[Jaskier's brows raise high enough to hide behind his (rather scruffy now) bangs. He doesn't recognize it until he takes the letter, opening it carefully. He must say, given that Dean does seem quite different than the boisterous, annoying, half-cocked man he's usually encountering, this does feel like there's a weight to the moment.

Hm.

Ah.]

I never forget my offers. What I did assume is that you thought nothing of the prize and threw it away. [He folds it back, as carefully as he unwraps it. He cannot quite describe the emotion in his chest; a failure he blames on his lack of musicality as of late, if nothing else. Years ago. When he was, quite literally, a different man. Even the tone of this note -- he would never write similarly. And certainly he wouldn't bother with a legal statement.]

I was mistaken to think so. [Perhaps that's part of what Geralt sees in him. He doesn't really ask, so. He wouldn't have taken Dean for sentimental beyond his thoughts on free food.

He doesn't like being wrong, exactly, but being alive for centuries puts a certain perspective on things.] I didn't put an expiration date on it for a reason. Whatever you've chosen that has made you finally use it, then undoubtedly it is worth my time.