[It is only after the diatribe and the apology he realizes it might be a bit much. Still, this is a rather important topic to him. Alucard is not the first to see a funny little man with a vineyard and assumed he lets magic do all the work here. (Or Moglad. But a moogle's paws are not very suitable to gardening.)
He waves a hand. What he doesn't mean to do is embarrass his friend. He's had an emotionally-draining day as it is.]
Don't worry, my friend. A common misconception, I'm sure.
[It is a different skillset. And if he were not a bard, he would've trained at it.
He gives him a smile, and instead of offering his hand as he normally would, he gives a flourish with it as if to clear the very air itself.] Yes, of course! I even have the horses, if you'd like to ride. They're very mild-mannered, but cannot stand to be alone, so I'm afraid both must be taken. [Which is not a reflection on their creator, at all, in any way.] We may run into Moglad, my apprentice, who I assure you is perfectly kind, if not a bit... noisy.
[DEFINITELY not a reflection on his master. Jaskier tips his head and leads the way towards the standing shed, which he shuffles inside. With a few clangs and several bootstomps, he returns bearing two glasses of wine, deep red in color.] Now, don't laugh. I named this vintage Heartsblood. The original name was Vampire's Kiss, but, you know, I thought it a bit too on the nose.
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He waves a hand. What he doesn't mean to do is embarrass his friend. He's had an emotionally-draining day as it is.]
Don't worry, my friend. A common misconception, I'm sure.
[It is a different skillset. And if he were not a bard, he would've trained at it.
He gives him a smile, and instead of offering his hand as he normally would, he gives a flourish with it as if to clear the very air itself.] Yes, of course! I even have the horses, if you'd like to ride. They're very mild-mannered, but cannot stand to be alone, so I'm afraid both must be taken. [Which is not a reflection on their creator, at all, in any way.] We may run into Moglad, my apprentice, who I assure you is perfectly kind, if not a bit... noisy.
[DEFINITELY not a reflection on his master. Jaskier tips his head and leads the way towards the standing shed, which he shuffles inside. With a few clangs and several bootstomps, he returns bearing two glasses of wine, deep red in color.] Now, don't laugh. I named this vintage Heartsblood. The original name was Vampire's Kiss, but, you know, I thought it a bit too on the nose.