Geralt retrieves their dinner, a wide variety of the kind of seafood dishes that Jaskier prefers-- oysters on the half-shell and shrimp and little delicate things made from crab and lobster-- and their wine, setting it down on a stool when he returns and using a corkscrew to open the bottle. He pours, as he knows better than to deprive the bard of a good libation, and Jaskier quickly takes the glass as soon as it's available. As well, apparently, as Geralt's own, after which he retreats to the other side of the tub, out of the witcher's easy reach. Only for naked beauties, so he says, all cheeky and sly and winking at him. He is, of course, transparent in his intentions. Luckily for him, Geralt isn't opposed to his intentions.

"So it's all for you?"

After all, Geralt will never be a beauty, naked or not. And, anyway, he has the whole rest of the bottle right with him, he doesn't actually need a glass. But, he reminds himself, this is Jaskier's present, so he'll play along with his silliness and strip out of the rest of his clothes to join him. When he steps into the tub, the water is warm-- perhaps a little cooler than he'd prefer it, but Jaskier had always complained about how much he liked to boil himself in his baths. He settles himself down within reach of their dinner, since Jaskier seems intent on starving if the food isn't delivered to his mouth by Geralt's hand.

"Come here, then, if you're intent on being lazy." He drapes an arm along the edge of the tub-- an open invitation for Jaskier to get as close as he likes.