[Jaskier laughs and pushes back. Their joys are often so small, but seem all the more precious for it. (Has he not, already, been granted the greatest joy of all? He has as much time as he wishes with those he loves. And perhaps he likes to spend some of that time bullying Alucard.)

Jaskier blows through his lips in disbelief. "Very good" at "not being smug." Why, it's like asking a tiger to not show its stripes.]

And why shouldn't it be? I daresay we've done many more things more sinful than a date of moth plagues. Which we should definitely repeat, you know.