Jaskier is surprisingly quick at swinging pillows, especially considering that he's injured and really shouldn't be swinging anything around at all. It hits him in the back of the head, rocking him forward slightly and messing up his hair. The witcher would be annoyed at the fact that he's getting beaten with some stuffed bedding, except that it really barely affects him. Jaskier's aim gets poorer the longer he beats his witcher, until he's hitting Geralt's upper back and those blows do practically nothing at all. It's more amusing than anything, trying to chastise a brick wall of a man by hitting him with a sack of feathers.

There's something about the fact that Jaskier didn't want to overstep a boundary, which, considering that they had started traveling together because the bard absolutely refused to acknowledge any kind of boundary, was surprisingly considerate of him. The consideration may not have been necessary, though, not when his brothers had expressed interest in the bard who both wrote the song that got them so much coin and also had somehow managed to get Geralt looking tidy and smelling like something other than onion and horse. They might tolerate this particular outsider in their mountain home for the winter, if only to sate their curiosity.

He tolerates the finger wagged in his face and lets Jaskier speak until he's through; trying to talk over him is always an exercise in futility.

"You assumed that you wouldn't be welcome in my home."