"Well, if I got it the sickly way, I probably would've voluntarily gone to Ravka. As if I could allow myself to get all pale and unattractive, no thank you." There are aspects of this particular sickness that aren't going to go away because he is using his powers, he's learned that much. He still wants to gamble, and he uses the powers every day. So it's a question of what illness turned into habit, and that means vigilance. But he would hate being weak; if anything he is stronger, faster, more lethal, because of his flaws rather than in spite of them. Go figure.

He laughs. "Exactly, a disaster." Jesper is a manageable disaster with her there to look over his shoulder. He smiles at her with such fondness and adoration. "No, I love them. I love any gift from you." Jesper might not have figured it out before now, but he still treasured them. He carries them in his hidden pockets every day! It's an Inej thing, therefore it's precious to him. It is nice to understand though now.

He sticks his tongue out at her, like the mature person he is. "I can put you on any pedestal I want. I happen to like a saint who isn't a perfect person." His kind of saint. Jesper doesn't worship anything, honestly, or anyone. He doesn't think Inej is perfect, but she is in her imperfections. He lifts her hand and playfully places a kiss on her knuckles. "She would've liked you. So much." His mother.