Geralt has many ways of begging for Dandelion's forgiveness, and only some of them involve the things that Jaskier's thinking about. Amazingly enough, he does know of ways to please his bard that don't require anyone to be unclothed, but... well, it certainly helps.

There's silence for a few moments, which they both use to eat a little more. It's a nice dinner, and there has always been a part of him that is pleased when he keeps Dandelion well-fed and comfortable. Perhaps it stems from those times when contracts had been scarce and the bard's hard work had gone towards keeping his belly full, too. This might be a different bard, but there's still satisfaction in his comfort. And, anyway, Jaskier has just come in after who knows how many months on the road-- he could use a few good meals to fill him out a bit.

"Something like that," he says, "or at least half-retirement. I'll still take a few contracts, if they aren't too far, but... I'm not walking the Path."

He's wandered the Continent enough. Now he has an estate and a bard to come back to every night, and brothers and a daughter who plan to overwinter in his house, sorceresses who sometimes drop by. It's more than he deserves, but Geralt wants to rest for a little while. Maybe he's even earned a little rest.

"I haven't been north of Maribor in over a year."