[There's something to be said that, prior to his experiences in this plane, he may have shuddered a bit simply to hear the term necromancer. Now his eyes grow wide and interested, his stride broad and energetic to keep up with Gideon's much longer ones (though they are not quite as sure as he's used to, with Geralt) so she doesn't end up tripping over him.

What can she do with a bone fragment? Oh, mm, perhaps some things are best left to the imagination. Or for a place more secluded than a wide and busy street.

Oh. Nevermind. Gideon holds nothing back, apparently. Does this sorceress not fear others finding out what she can do? It's not that Hector is terribly afraid of bringing it up, but he shows a bit more hesitation than this.]

You know, I have a necromancer lover she might like to meet. [Showing off??? Never. Though he doesn't mention his name, yet -- Hector may like to stay a little undercover, so to speak.]

Ahh, so neither of you are used to the cities. That certainly explains... [Well, the deer-in-torchlight look. No offense meant.

In the slight disturbance, Jaskier grabs one of the oranges from the cart and tucks it in his pocket. Perhaps with the ease of a man who's been forced to steal before. (Look, it was a good opportunity.)] It does sound terribly boring if you're used to, ah, action. Not that I'm quite sure what Houses One through Nine offered you.

[That's sort of a joke.] My friend is the same. He's never been good at, er, not going about killing things. I did hear tales there's a bit of a bandit problem outside the gates. I daresay you may get a bounty or two if you don't mind a spot of murder.

[Said in a off-the-cuff way. The murder of bandits is hardly something to ruffle one's sleeves over.]