Bar songs are the best way to begin, trust me. I learned some of my first few songs crawling about the bellies of taverns. Er, metaphorically. I have never crawled in my life.

[It wouldn't surprise him at all to know any child knows the lyrics to baudy songs considering the sort of children that run around the Continent, kicking corpses and killing their dogs for a coin or two. And the sorts that sneak in to taverns to listen to him.

It's just how children are. Life on the Continent is shitty, to put it mildly, especially if one isn't privileged.

Which brings him to noticing that this particular child is being a bit odd, if you ask him, because he's certainly never had a child suck up to him to so terribly hard unless they were trying to pick his pockets. If she hadn't tried so hard, curving the conversation back to flattering him several times, Jaskier would've been more than content to soak it in.] No, you predictably aren't as good as I am, considering I have entire lifetimes in this business. [Well, one lifetime, but compared to her, at least two. He regards her with a little circular gesture of his hand.] What is it that you're trying so hard to get out of me?