You're not wrong. [If Ciri has been to Kaer Morhen, trained by Witchers, of course she's been let in on their knowledge, whatever tomes they might have rotting around in that stinky keep. Certainly he'd seen more than a few when he'd walked through the image of it in Geralt's domain... and knowing him, it's a one-to-one recreation.

Jaskier turns to him with a smile. It's convenient that, at that moment, the sun begins to accelerate its descent. The sky shifts towards twilight, and the red of the sky only leaves the color on Alucard's cheeks looking darker.]

Please! I have more imagination than that. Which is why I didn't go for the first name; you've yet to kiss me, so I have no experience to base the taste off. [He's teasing, and he makes it show with the grin that follows. The moon begins to rise, replacing where the sun once shone. It is a testament to his curiousity that he's shifted from daylight; a feat which has never occurred in his domain to date.] Now, you must show me these beasties at their full size. I imagine they would not be terribly helpful at the size of a hand.