"That is such a misuse of a word, Geralt, that I would almost consider it an abuse of it."

Although despite the fact he says this, Jaskier also knows he cannot exactly be picky with his choices here. It's not as though there's a single normal horse among any of them. The most he can hope for is that its grotesque features are on the less extreme end of things and that to whatever extent it is ill-tempered, that bribery works a little better than one of the more fickle steeds. He folds his arms loosely.

"I don't know, isn't this more your thing? You'd be a better judge than me."