[The threat earns a laugh, as worn as it is. Oh, no. Not more legs. And he so does believe him, too. Fascinating that Alucard could be so worldly and knowledgeable, yet still display his age. Honestly, Jaskier should’ve guessed much sooner than when he found out.]

Ah, well. My apologies. It’s a bit of a catch-all term for us. [He catches Alucard’s tone, and with the details he’s heard from Hector, he dare not jest about this now. Instead he listens, and does laugh in surprise at that.]

I take it as a woman who sounds utterly magnificent. [There is certainly something there to respect: a woman who knows what she wants, and who to take it from.] And your father couldn’t resist?

[His tone is soft, genuinely asking. It’s a sensitive topic, of course, and though he does not speak aloud the chance for a conversational escape, he looks for evidence Alucard wants the topic to end. Speaking of one’s deceased parents can… well, it can easily be a balm or a curse. Sometimes both.]

Though I suppose I should be asking about the skeleton thing, I feel it sort of speaks for itself.

[If that what his father was like, he can understand what so attracted Hector.]