[Honestly, Jaskier can't be bothered by the idea of others having bad luck or not -- though that inevitably does sound like a spot of it -- because it simply does not, as one might say, spark joy.
However, indulging in wine, relaxing in the afterglow of his performance, and letting his gaze settle on the cloth that makes up Jayce's clothing clinging to his overly swelled body are all very good, indulgent things.
Jaskier gives him a lazy once-over, then a second time. So a twice-over.]
You're... not a fighter. Of course not. [It's not that he doesn't believe him, it's more like... that's a shame. And so easily does he flit from conversation to conversation, especially with a bit of wine in him, does he settle onto his question without thought:] Did you hurt someone, then?
[If he didn't save them, then... well. There's only two other options. He hurt someone, or he ran away.] Experience or not, I find it hard to believe you would lose.
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However, indulging in wine, relaxing in the afterglow of his performance, and letting his gaze settle on the cloth that makes up Jayce's clothing clinging to his overly swelled body are all very good, indulgent things.
Jaskier gives him a lazy once-over, then a second time. So a twice-over.]
You're... not a fighter. Of course not. [It's not that he doesn't believe him, it's more like... that's a shame. And so easily does he flit from conversation to conversation, especially with a bit of wine in him, does he settle onto his question without thought:] Did you hurt someone, then?
[If he didn't save them, then... well. There's only two other options. He hurt someone, or he ran away.] Experience or not, I find it hard to believe you would lose.