[He snorts. Giving himself those breaths has helped alleviate this -- apparent very animated building of stress in his chest. It is unraveling. Slowly.] Impulsive. Ah, yes. A thing I am certainly not. And yes, I'm being sarcastic on purpose.

[No, he's right. Impulsive thoughts. Everyone has them, of course; Jaskier tends to voice them when he sees no reason to thread through them prior to their speaking. But no matter what his opinions on Adrian's strange family history is, he only knows fragments of it, and he is not in a position to be judgmental of how he handles both grief and memory.

Really, Adrian is rather reasonably balanced as far as emotions go when one considers what his strength is capable of. See: the fence.

Jaskier turns to him.] Not that that surprises me, but -- you've yet to impulsively insult me yet. However, considering your anger is... do not take this the wrong way, but rather easily accessed... this is very bad, yes. [And he can't decide why.

Exactly.

Jaskier pauses, clipping a nail into his cuticle as he fidgets.]

Worse yet: for a moment, I liked saying it. Not as me. As if a spirit set inside of me was delighted.