[It's not hard to catch on Alucard, not all this time. Yes, from the same world. And though he's apparently keen on telling Sypha all of Jaskier's lovely little accidents (or large ones, considering the size of the cactus), he does not seem particularly enthusiastic to discuss her. Or what extenuating circumstances could mean. Years upon years of Geralt, Jaskier is nothing if not an expert on the flow of conversation. What is meant to be said, and what should remain mostly unspoken.]

She's certainly fascinating. We met at the theatre; I assume you know her work there? I never considered the use of that sort of magic for theatre. [Whole thunderstorms, the sound of lightning, the pounding of rain. Rolling fog.

He leaves it there. Honestly, He's already pressed Alucard for enough today. He's only glad he could provide a backdrop for something far more relaxing.]

And this is the point where I say, I'm not like most mortal men? [He smiles. Okay, fair. Most men might not appreciate having horses that bite for a taste.] I have long found myself fond, or in awe even, of monstrous things. I feel it would be rather complicated to be Hector's lover without such a stupid attraction to such dangers otherwise.