I neither fear nor hate you. That would require thinking much about you at all.

[For someone as needy for attention as Jaskier, this, Felix thinks, ought to be the ultimate insult.

Of course, it's undermined a bit by the fact that he's still here talking to the bard, but whatever.

Felix arches a brow when Jaskier starts laughing. At least the man's not laughing at him this time, and he can't help feeling a little smug about managing that. But if Jaskier thinks Felix was joking about the spite, he'll be disappointed.

He takes the drink with a skeptical look at its bright color.]

This isn't going to be like Claude's blue curry, is it? And don't tell me it wasn't bad. Even you can't defend a culinary atrocity like that.