[Jaskier mutters to himself in a breath before another draw of wine.] Haven't we all?

[Jaskier simply prefers to not let it turn him into some frigid thing. And there is, of course, a frigid side to Alucard, but he still has plenty of his warmth. So there's that. (It's a very high commendation, coming from Jaskier.)]

Can't you just fly above it if you get cramped? [Honestly, he may now at this point be a little too inebriated to fully grasp what Alucard's problem is with this. Now, if it started with the fact they were being forced to go, Jaskier would understand.] Didn't you sleep in a coffin? What a curious thing to have an issue with confinement. I'm not judging, by the way, it's -- it's only curious. Perhaps growing you that travel cactus is in the cards, after all.