I think the questions aren't helping on my end. It's so easy to fall into--

[Alucard groans, pausing to pinch at the bridge of his nose. Jaskier is right. This is more than last year's little adventure. They're goading each other. They're making a feedback loop.]

The lack of filter means I can't make promises. Maybe we should find something to occupy ourselves that has less conversation, or I should go cook and say nothing or--

[In a word: fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.] I need to occupy my hands and not my mouth. And don't respond to that.