[Jaskier caught the first that's not how it works, and assumes that's where the aborted sentence was about to head. Jaskier has no problem admitting he doesn't know exactly how it works, but the notion that people name the gods just seems backward to him. Almost undercutting that whole godhood thing a little if you were to ask him.]

[But what keeps him from pressing on it further is the frustration. Not because he's afraid that he'll somehow end up smote out of existence, he's not particularly fearful of stepping on Tech's toes as a god at the moment. Instead, it's more because the frustration feels familiar. Even though the rule that Tech is talking about seems entirely arbitrary, it's still important to him enough to get frustrated that anyone would challenge it. Make it seem like it doesn't hold as true as it always has in the past, back wherever he's from.]

[He holds his hands up in a silent concession just before Tech's gaze goes towards the ceiling. He can't relate from personal experience necessarily, but even gods probably want to hold onto something familiar in a desperate situation. Far be it from Jaskier to ever yank that away from anyone.]

Alright, Tech it is. But if I ever get my hands on an instrument here and the muses grace me with that divine inspiration as they always do, you're not allowed to grumble with whatever moniker I bestow upon you. [Jaskier offers up a grin.] Or rather, you're welcome to complain all you like. Just expect that I won't hear a word of it. I'm quite practiced at that.

[It's a little olive branch for maybe overstepping just a little.]