[ Oh, dear. Reynir might not have been wise enough to avoid making the comment in the first place, but he definitely recognizes the pursed lips of someone who is delicately avoiding saying what's on their mind. Reynir has prompted that expression quite a few times, in his life. And so he casts his mind back, over what might have caused it, and then with the comment Jaskier makes about aging like wine... he gets it. ]

Oh! Oh, no. I wasn't calling you old, sorry. I was just really surprised. Because, you're like, way too cute to be that much older than me?

[ Reynir's face flushes as he immediately claps the hand not holding his recorder over his mouth. He's just! Making it worse! How did he manage to make it worse!? His apologies come in a hurried and stuttering rush: ]

Oh, no, I! Um! Sorry, I - didn't mean it like that! Honestly, I promise I'm not some creep and I'm not hitting on you or anything, you're being so nice and I was just. I was-! You know, sorry, can we um, can we go back and pretend I just... didn't say anything for these last few minutes? Please?

[ Status level: catastrophe.

But you know when he can't put his foot in his mouth to an atrocious degree? When he's playing his recorder. So he is just... going to do that. Intensely. For a little while. Until he stops wanting the ground to open up and swallow him whole quite so much. ]