Perhaps she can see into your soul through the arbitrarily-assigned Arcana, a magic so deep and complicated even Thorne did not have adequate literature on it. Ooooh. [He wiggles his fingers at Alucard.] Mysterious and frightening.

[Jaskier smiles, taking Alucard's next jabbing elbow with a hand, sliding it down his arm. Really a shame. He's very handsome tonight. The high collar suits.]

If you tell me you don't intend on decorating that cave, I'll expire on the spot. Even -- even a welcome mat! Or an un-welcome mat. You can threaten visitors before they even come inside.