[Jaskier is normally the one tripping on things, or almost falling off the sides of cliffs, so this turnabout is actually quite hilarious to him. He doesn't make a secret of laughing as a blur falls past him, almost hitting the ground.

It's the only thing that interrupts his song.]

Jonas...? [He smiles in that coy, drunken way.] Oh, you must have mistaken me for some other rather handsome devil. I did know a Jonas once. Shit bard. I don't think he had brothers, though. He died from a plague, so if he did, they're probably all dead, too. It's what the bastard deserved, claiming he could rhyme with orange.

[Oh, he was saying all of this out loud, wasn't he? Those were definitely meant to be thoughts, perhaps rendered in small text.] Assistance from what? [He strums a lute that definitely isn't in his hands right now.] This is a normal night for me. I mean, a normal good night.