[Growing up around Dracula, Alucard has a small advantage in nefarious magical assailments. He lets that thought simmer as Jasker speaks, nodding along slowly.]

Jaskier, if I had my way I wouldn't bother with that rock. I don't need it to follow in my father's impulses. It would be enough to ensure that all of their own magic was disabled so I could sweep into that place and paint every wall red, starting with that mage who began all of this. It would be the easiest thing in the world to crack open his chest and devour his heart in front of him, and then drag his corpse in front of that woman who decided to attack a city of artists and free thought. I'd take off each limb with no more than my hands, and then display her torso and head by a noose off the castle wall.

[It's the calmness that is scarier, probably. Alucard has given this thought. Plenty of it. Too much, because it comes out so easily and without hesitation. He realizes that only after the words leave his mouth, and--

--he can't take it back. But he can try and redirect them both.] She's a planner, I think, but has a bad impulsive streak. This doesn't seem correct to her style.