[Jaskier is inclined entirely to agree. It seems that, unlike most he meets, the planes they came from are alike in more ways than he'd expected. And certainly forcibly using magic to take away someone's will -- well, if he was the kind to believe, truly believe, in Destiny, wouldn't that be the antithesis against it?]

Well, of course I don't need to. But that's precisely what I'll do. [Besides, if there are people capable of it here, it's just as well he learns some sort of... defense.

Hah! A bard, learning magic. Learning to defend himself. It was rather quaint, wasn't it?

All right, the second point, he won't refute. He does need the lute. And does not have the coin yet to buy a proper, quality one.] You know, you make it sound like they're all favors. They aren't. [He smiles, and without ceremony he leans in and kisses Hector's cheek.] I can think of no greater honor than getting into a bar fight for you. I may lose, of course, but it's the principle of the thing. A man must fight for what he believes in.