No it's not funny you stop that right now. He doesn't like not knowing something like this, stop being an assbutt, Drizzt.

Of course, Jarlaxle seems to just take the laughter with grace as usual, merely crossing his arms elegantly and arching a brow, just about to hop in and ask if the younger drow was done with his joke.

But... Then the news.

Drizzt was never one for lies anyway to begin with, to lie about this?

Impossible. His face became unreadable, the single visible ruby colored eye staring a hole into Drizzt as the brigand read every motion and sound from him.

"... What is the name of this plane?"

He'll save a proper reaction for later. It's not that he wouldn't be happy.

... He's not sure if he can believe it.