Alfred is a perfectly respectable name, thank you. It runs in the family.

[It won't be the first time he's been teased about it, but no worse than his surname, which he'll keep to himself for now. It no longer holds the weight it once did, anyway. Ah, the days when he didn't even have to introduce himself.]

Ah. That makes you all the more precious then. [He waves at a passing barkeep.] Two of your, ah... third finest ales, please. [He's on a budget, all right.

The dark-haired woman gives him a grunt, but that's good enough. He turns back to his company.] I have not a single fear about that. Two hands is plenty for me. [He wiggles the fingers of his two own hands, which is all he has in offering, anyway.] Well, now that we have a moment of freedom and no listening ears, perhaps we could find the opportunity to... learn a bit more about each other. If you'd like, you can ask me anything.

[It is indeed unfortunate that one of Jaskier's favorite topics is himself. But they could definitely go back to the harem fantasies, too.]