Platitudes? [He gasps, and his pitch grows higher with a man who is so clearly insulted.] Himeka, I simply do not give platitudes --

[That is, of course, the moment she decides to. Turn back. Forget the smoke! Now he's learned that dragons, indeed, can have breasts -- and nice ones -- and that's a very distracting sort of confirmation -- not that he doubted it before, yet --]

I mean, there's nothing wrong with it! I can't turn into a dragon, I clearly have no idea how to tell you to do it better! I just... assumed you'd be. Larger. Like now.

[Of course she's making a point (literally), but he takes her hand as if it was an offering, raising it to his lips to kiss her knuckle.] It is a promise. [Moglad turns around as if to offer her privacy with a flush in his palm, and a quiet noise slipping out where he holds his head.] Anyway, my apologies that Moglad did not recognize you immediately as a friend.

[The moogle flails in the air. Master Jaskier, that isn't fair! I didn't know!!] You really would think he would sense his creator in any shape, wonderous or not.

[His pom wilts at the corner of Jaskier's eye. K-kupoooo...]