[Jaskier takes him in with a mild wave of his hand, as if to say it hardly matters. There are few things Jaskier truly takes offense to, and Alucard's claim over him isn't one. (It's music. It's basically only his music.

Besides, that dhampir has been turning him down for years.]

I recognize that, even from Alucard's world -- from what I understand -- he's a bit of anomaly. I was lovers with a necromancer from the same world Alucard hales from, and he said most vampires were bloodthirsty megalomaniacs. [Jaskier shrugs.] Well. The ones he worked for, at any rate.

[But he won't speak on Alucard's father, in particular; it is not his subject to raise.

If Astarion is a vampire -- which he suspects quite well now -- he certainly has the right to such... particular opinions. To Jaskier, there's not much difference between those who are made or born. Geralt's own dances were with made vampires, and they all tried to kill him, too.]

Hardly. For me. [He emphasizes. Astarion's moods, he's finding, rise and fall as easily and quickly as the sea's undulating waves.] I don't take offense. And there's hardly anything that can dissuade me from an hour of fun. But if a different air has struck you, I don't mind a walk around the park and a bit of talk. It sounds as if you've had your fair share of... [He considers the word.] adventures with vampires. And I do love showing off my park.

[It's very sweet of him to ask, though.]