[Jaskier appears very undisturbed by this information, because it's half going in one ear and out the other between sips of his very sweet wine.] I mean, I've had nightmares, but that is nothing to write stories about.

[And nothing where someone touched him and he... what? Hallucinated? It feels as if Jayce has gotten into someone else's wine.

Jaskier sighs heavily, so much so that his entire upper body lifts, then falls, at the mention of "Alucard's" cemetery. As if Jaskier's contributions were nothing!]

I'll have you know I helped. All of the greenery was provided by yours truly. And they fucking destroyed it. [Now his sipping is not for fun or for show, but to temper back down everything he feels about that fact.] But I'm not picking fights with corpses. I am far from a fighter. Except, coincidentally enough as you bring it up, last year. I managed to save a man! From a corpse! Only one, but it was still rather impressive. The dead then were far less passive. They were lunging after people, actually. It was quite terrifying at the time.