[All right, so he's still a bit worried, yet Jaskier can't say he doesn't enjoy being fawned over a bit. A squeeze of his hand is sometimes as good as a kiss. (Though now he's quite sure Hector was not into it, which is... not ideal. He was supposed to be impressing him!

Well. Time enough for that later.)

He sips at his ale as he listens, realizing that it's almost the answer he expects, and yet not one he feels most people would admit. Losing that sort of power would be rather awful, he imagines, when it's so ingrained in oneself. (Already, he's imagined losing his own magic -- what little it is -- and it's unsettling.)]

That's both lovely and morbid. Which fits you wonderfully. [Oh, the sunlight! That's a good point. Yet Alucard was not bothered by it... then it must be a benefit of being a dhampir, as he said. So there is a difference.] I will have to make sure our next dates are in the glory of the sunlight. Though Cadens does have a rather lovely sunset.

[It's funny to him, that they have this similarity. Geralt isn't immortal, of course, but he ages so slowly that, to a man like him, it is the same thing. And vampires can die still, apparently, if Alucard's father met his end.

Jaskier has not fed too much energy to the thought himself. Eternity is an unfathomable concept when it is so impossible to reach.]

You were with them for longer than a few months, I imagine?

[He can cheat and have two questions. Or perhaps he momentarily forgot, because honestly? Hector's life is as bizarre as it is fascinating.]