[He's fine!! Mostly. But he's rather certain he knows that look. Not that it's Hector's fault; plenty of his audience have wanted to know how much of his songs are pieces of him.]

I finished it the night before I was fished out of that bloody well in Thorne. Right at the base of the mountain I'd been venturing down.

[The dragon mountain, that was. After he got no dragon in the end. He was not still mad about it. Definitely not.]

Oh, don't look so worried! [Though it is cute, his eyebrows coming together like that.] I can guess what you're thinking, but it's not about me. [But is it about Yennefer? Sort of, but no one needs to know that. He's had plenty of experience with love to know she's not the only one the song makes him think of.] Though I certainly take inspiration from my life. And that isn't to say I haven't had my heart broken... [He gives a wistful sort of sigh. He hasn't thought of the Countess in a while, what with everything happening. But her picture in a frame in Sam's house, in his domain, simply proves how he carries her still in his heart somewhere.

Well. She's in the past, and now he's here, with a drink and very good company.]

A bit maudlin for this moment though, isn't it? I believe that means I get a question. [He considers it. He's rather sure Hector would answer plenty, but he is particularly curious about one thing:] When you were around all those vampires... did you ever consider becoming one?

[To his credit, it might not work like that in Hector's plane. Which would be rather fascinating.]