[Was that all it takes? He smiles, gentle.] I meant more of the food sort of favor, but yes, I'll look for him. How hard can a tall, white-haired man be to find?

[He already knows one of them, so it shouldn't be too difficult. The difficulty comes in whether they'll allow him to peek in on the solitary cell out of pure curiousity, "honoured" or not.]

Ah, of course. How rude of me. Jaskier, you may call me Jaskier. And remember it -- it shan't be hard to find me once we get you out. [He gestures in a circle with his hand, which is to say all of you -- the prisoners.

And certainly not if they could find some way to escape together.] I'd be remiss if I didn't ask the same.