[You know, somehow, he cannot help but feel uneasy at how Jaskier smiles like that while putting a glass of alcohol in front of him. It really isn't helping the whole thing-]

Dimitri. Just Dimitri.

[Ugh. Dimitri squeezes his eye shut, as if that can help him block out the sound of his title. Which is good, because his face scrunches up even more as Jaskier just keeps talking and oh the four Saints. Someone help him. Anyone.]

Must - we speak of such matters when there are cameras about that are keeping track of everything we do?

[He has to force the words out.]