"Of course!" It was not technically the best playing he's heard, but in some circumstances, it matters very little. Besides, who is he to decide what the dragons and the Netherlings prefer to hear? This could be very brilliant music.

Even if it is not. Technically perfect. By his human ears.

The little bow Jaskier gives is as pleased as his smile. "Guilty as charged, my friend. I am Jaskier, Master Bard of the Free Cities." This is where he'd put you've probably heard of me if they weren't in the Nether. It would not be surprising to find this world has not gotten much news of the lands above... outside the Summoned's arrival, apparently. "I admit, I'm a little surprised. Do your fellows not favor such tunes?" Granted, his music for those higher in age could be terribly different.