[Oh, she's very pretty. And sharp looking! All grumpy!]

Good lady, if you so desired it, I would clear an entire street that you may more freely traverse it. [As if already sensing impending distaste or disinterest, Jaskier stumbles over himself to add,] Nay, an entire town! Might take awhile, some scheduling and... such.

[It's here that Jaskier glances down, is vividly reminded of his current predicament, and winces.]

Yeah, right, never mind, I'll move. Sorry, is it normal for them to make you traverse the streets naked as the day one was born, save for this bloody tarp?