[Hector watches the process that the bard goes through, parsing through his words.]

Yes, just for a little while. [As if a freshly dead frog being brought back is much more socially acceptable.

The frog croaks and slowly blinks its eyes, but otherwise stoically suffers the petting.]

There are laws, sure, and there are the exceptions to them. Don't worry, this sort of thing is advanced. Not something just anyone can learn. Back home, there's usually only one or two forgemasters born in a generation.

[Hector's obviously very proud of the fact. If he gets drunk, he's liable to talk Jaskier's ear off about it.]