[It's easy to fall into because that is the entire point of it. And it's -- it's worse, Jaskier thinks, because it feels as if someone has his mouth and spirit in their grip, but they don't, because he's consciously aware (at least now) of the glowing intensity of some thoughts versus others. As if a light has been applied to those he may have thought, rather stupidly, but given no attention to.

And the ones that are genuinely worrying to have, like peeks into an abyss he cannot help but look into --]

I'm not thinking about sex right now, for gods' sakes. [He breathes out, harsh, short. Looking at the desolation around them, the knotted ball of iron that Alucard has left behind, he feels his chest constricting. Oh. He might pass out. That would be helpful.] Wolf. You. I mean -- if you turn, and the conversation is one-sided, and you can bite me if I do something while we figure out what in fuck's sake is going on.