[Dimitri's face goes through a whole journey, and Jaskier can't help snickering... that is, until the puppy eyes kick in. Oh, how dare he! It's not like he doesn't understand the worry - he would probably react the same (or worse!) if someone in this world called him Viscount. Or -ugh- Julian.

Still smiling like a cat that got the cream, Jaskier grabs one of the smaller glasses and pours a shot of vodka in it, then proceeds to make his way to Dimitri's station to put it down in front of him.]

Take a drink and relax, Your Majesty, before your heart gives out. [He leans over the counter then, arms crossed and resting on it, butt swaying from side to side to make the long tail of his coat sway as well.] When Claude came by to drop Sicily, he told me the full story of his political involvement in the war and the position he's inherited - it was impossible not to mention yours as well. Which means I can finally cross "bedding a king" off my list. [Another wink! Just because they confuse Dimitri and that's fun.] He's also told me about his new relationship status. So congratulations are in order - and a thank you, for keeping an open mind and allowing him to keep me around for more than witty conversation.